Wedding season is upon us and dressing up on the weekends has become the new norm. I don't mind it much as it breaks up my denim and tee uniform. I see this as a gift to my husband who sees me more disheveled than not.
Sorry babe, I blame the children and their Pirate Booty hands. In fact, I write this with unwashed hair, yoga pants and a smattering of melted M&M on my shirt. I digress...Read More