Clearly consistency is not going to be the word to describe this blog. It’s been a minute. A week…ish. I don’t know if it was the build-up/come-down of the election or my autoimmune disease laying the brain fog on thick, but I just haven’t had anything to say. I finally had a woman in a FB Group give me the kick in the ass I needed to get moving again.
Today I attended an outdoor in-person community building/antiracism meeting for a group I helped found and HAD TO BE LOOKING CUTE. It was our first meeting FTF in EIGHT MONTHS. The last time we met we were all in sweaters and I was pregnant. (My bebe is now 6 months old). Antiracism work never ends, but I will admit it’s been tough to keep the momentum up and find ways to safely work on our goals during this pandemic that’s disproportionately effecting BIPOC.
In my never-ending quest to wear clothing that feels akin to being wrapped up in a comforter, I paired my Blondo Waterproof Boots (best NAS purchase outside of the stupid pants) with my Blanqi everyday leggings and this Target Women’s Crewneck Pullover Sweater that is LIFE. It is the perfect weight, not too heavy, not too light. I feel like Goldilocks…well Goldilocks after a salon visit (mama’s got grays). Finding the right yellow for my skin can be difficult, but this is braided with some white thread and I think it works perfectly. Can’t beat the price, plus I purchased when Target was having their B1G1 50% off deal (y’all know I’m a sucker for hitting that free shipping over $35).
I’m also continuing my Mother Denim obsession and ordered a bootcut pair of jeans on sale from Nordstrom’s (blame The Mom Edit for even alerting me to the sale. Fab newsletter, terrible for my wallet). Honestly haven’t rocked Bootcut since the early 2000’s when thankfully my teenaged self knew damn well the low-rise trend was not for me and to stick with what I knew. (Does anyone remember that time when someone, probably a man, decided jeans that stopped below your hips and a thong sticking out in the back was a cute look?) Thank God I decided about 5 years ago that I was sick of flossing and began my crusade to bring panty lines back, societal standards be dammed!
Well, that took turn. What was I talking about again? 
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