Every. Sunday. Morning. WITHOUT FAIL. I somehow end up scurrying around my house, slamming doors, bumping into walls, and wailing, “I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR.” We all know that’s a lie. I wake up early enough to get dressed (5 am-ish…I pray, read my Bible, blah blah blah), but somehow I end up trying to beat the clock in an effort to get to church on time. Brandon doesn’t have this problem. He can roll out of bed, shower, do his hair, and get dressed in, like, eight minutes. His problem? Well, folks. I’ll admit that his problem is…me!
Yesterday I ended up yanking this sweater over this top and wearing this skirt and these heels. I rushed out the door with major bed head. I carry about three dozen hair pins and bobby pins in my purse at ALL times, so I had to do my hair on the way to church. SIGH.
The end result is what you see, and to be honest…I kinda like it. I plan on wearing it to work with some oxfords I have and calling it a day.
In other news, Brandon’s turning 30 in less than one month. I’m sitting here scratching my brain trying to figure out what I want to do for him, but I have no idea. I initially thought about splurging and taking him to the Dominican Republic, but I don’t think that’s going to work out. I’m also considering having a dinner party…I just don’t know if I’m up for playing hostess.
1. How often do you say you don’t have anything to wear?
2. Do you have an 30th birthday suggestions for Brandon…well, for me to do for Brandon!
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