Skirt: old Merona
Practicality for wrangling toddler all Mass: very high
I practically match the environment. If my tights were the color of dead twigs and my boots the hue of frozen soil, I'd be invisible.
The boys don't seem to have this problem, though they do look as if Scotty is partway though beaming them up.
Both of the boys have colds which apparently means we must all wake up every two hours at night and howl at the moon with runny noses. So I'm tired. To rejuvenate yesterday during nap time, I did the second-best thing to taking my own nap: I went shopping.
I'll repeat what I told Sean when I got home with a bag full of goodies from Gap: Few words have ever stirred such passion in my heart than "take an additional 50% off sale items."
Note to self: wear the pink sweater to Mass next week.
Now back to the other much more colorful ladies at Fine Linen and Purple. See? Purple. Color even in the name.