On Saturday, I decided to ignore the fact that a blizzard was on the way and dress up like I was headed to a picnic in the park.
I was heading into the city for a baby shower for one of my oldest and dearest friends, Thomasin, and for these kinds of events I usually like to wear pretty, floaty dresses…but, like I said: blizzard. And then I realized that I was about to board a train headed to Grand Central Station at 11AM on the day of the St. Patrick’s Day Parade, and that the chances that I would be surrounded by more drunk teenagers than I’d ever seen before in my life was one hundred percent.
And so I decided to go for an outfit that made me feel totally elegant and chic and feminine, but that also involved pants. What I wore: a Gypsy05 sweater (previously seen here) paired with silk pajama-style pants from T.J. Maxx, CC Corso Como nude pumps, and a mint-green Botkier purse.
Not that silk pants and heels make a ton of sense in a blizzard either, but hey: we know I’m not someone who’s particularly prone to weather-appropriate sartorial choices in general. Baby steps.
The shower was beautiful.
So was Thomasin.
Before we move on, let me please show you these.
Next I’d like to show you this, because this is nothing short of a miracle.
This is a passed-out mother in close proximity to a fully awake one-and-a-half year old.
This “napping” thing (whut?) happened twice this weekend, on both Saturday and Sunday afternoon. I don’t even know what else to say about that, other than this may have been the best weekend of my entire life.
On Sunday, we put on new Spring fedoras and headed to Toddler Heaven, a.k.a. the Stepping Stones Museum For Children (in Norwalk, CT).
I’m not sure who was more excited about the place: my son or my husband.
Mona Lisa Baby.
Lovely boy, lovely weekend.