|In the mood for neutral tops|
|Mocha tights and chocolate boots|
It’s time to be Fabulous in February. Here’s the deal, this is the month of love and every Monday this month it’s all about self-love. Those of us participating are declaring publicly three things we love about ourselves. I can do that. Watch!
Numero Uno: I love surprising myself by doing unexpected things. I’m a total creature of habit and comfort who loves routine with the passion one reserves for chocolate cake. Yet, I’ll throw it out the door and do something totally unlike me just to see what it’s like. I love that I do that.
Numero Dos: I speak two languages fluently. I pretend to speak Spanish but I can only truly say one thing well and it has to do with how hot I may be this Friday night. Blame the BFF who taught me this choice phrase in high school. Eons ago, I tell you! You would never know how utterly useless it is given how many times I’ve been compelled to blurt it out publicly. I digress. Je parle le Français and some English, too.
Numero Tres: I like that I’m nice. It wasn’t always particularly cool to be nice and still sometimes it catches people off guard. I just don’t think I shouldn’t be nice just because someone might find it weird. I’m nice, suck it up, yo. That’s just how I’m gonna play.
Speaking of playing, look who decided to dress up like a little school girl today. Is wrong? Don’t answer. The little flannel of fun in a skirt just called out “take me home with you, you fool, I’m only $10″ at Urban Outfitters. Do you know why they have those little areas with mirrors called fitting rooms? So that one doesn’t end up with the wrong size like I did. It’s ok, I’m handy with a needle and thread and we’re going to be moving some buttons over soon.
Deets: Flannel skirt/Urban Outfitters, peach top/ModCloth, mocha tights/We Love Colors, brown vegan boots/Munro, bird & rose necklace/Linkel Designs, peridot ring/Ambiance, hand-carved wood earrings/Chicago.
Want to see something funny? The hubby decided to animate my pictures from this morning. It’s just me, walking and smiling, happy as a clam. I was actually laughing because I looked hungover in the first set of pictures and cracked myself up. Yep, laughing all by myself. Like I said, crazy neighborhood lady.