Zealand, and while I can only attempt to smuggle back so many koalas,
I’m at least leaving you with some fabulous guests posts. Today, we have Grace from Camp Patton. I always get excited when posts from Grace pop up in my Reader because I love hearing about her baby wrangling exploits via her hilarious storytelling. Welcome, Grace!
jour, my terribly trendy and terribly guilty pleasure: thrift store
scavenging. If I’m ever able to break free from the clutches of my
children’s paws and leave them with someluckyone else for more than a
few minutes I can probably be found scouring the racks of the Goodwill
that is mere blocks from my house. I have an awful habit of buying
dresses that are too big with the hope that I can alter them enough to
pass as public friendly. Sometimes I’m successful and other times I am
most definitely not. I bought a big and boxy black dress last summer but
didn’t get around to fixing it until December. And I didn’t get around to actually wearing until this
past weekend to a semi-fancy dinner hosted by my husband, Simon’s,
(not pictured, our confused babysitter watching us take these photos)
down in Austin hours before a wedding for which I desperately needed
black shoes. Lucky Duck.
The great thing about thrifting and
altering bigger dresses is that the length tends to stay “big” (long)
and be more mom, church, modest, and only-had-time-to-shave-below-
of Preethi and her family on their vaca in paradise but I’ll eventually
find it in my selfish heart to forgive her. I hope you can too.
Thanks so much for having me Preethi!