this is a close up of last sunday's outfit for my mom.
who would swear up and down that she taught me more sense than to wear blue checks with purple paisley. but i would swear up and down that it just works. (even if it does make your eyes cross a little.)
and who wanted to see first hand with what trickery i am managing to still squeeze (and i do mean squeeeeze) into my pre-pregnancy pencil skirts.
just imagine trying to close a suitcase that's been very over-packed. zipping me up (and peeling me out) has become quite the family affair.
fare thee well pencil skirts! i fear our last embrace is nigh at hand.
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