Important information: this jacket exists.
A few days ago, Kendrick looked over my shoulder at an email I was sending and said, "Excuse me. Are you working with a company called ROCKETS OF AWESOME?"
Why yes. Yes I am. Because sometimes the gods smile on you.
Us being excited. (Or, OK, me being annoying and Erin being tolerant.)
I have been excited about other projects I have worked on. This is the most excited I have EVER BEEN. And lest you think this is an exaggeration, let me just say:
YAAAAAA!
My angel. (IG @ramshackleglam)
I spent a few days last week visiting my in-laws in Ohio so they could spend some time with the kids, and do you know what I got to do while I was there? See a movie. By myself. And then take a casual stroll around Old Navy. BY MYSELF. (I picked up the floral henley pictured on my daughter above and a collared shirt that my son might actually deign to wear.)
One more thing I found on that Old Navy trip (and the only reason I haven't mentioned this perfection yet is that it deserves its own post, but I have been extremely unphotogenic for the past four days so...eh, let's just do it): this absolutely must-have long-sleeved top. It is entirely unexciting, but is also now the only thing in my closet that I want to wear. It is 100% cotton, and soft, and the perfect shape, and cozy, and goes with everything, and you need to own it. Especially since it's like ten bucks. (Really.)
Cafe Du Monde | New Orleans
On me: Denim Button-down | Leather Shorts | Sunglasses | Coil Rings
On Sassypants: Denim Button-Down | Shorts | Boots | Purse
Honey Island Swamp | New Orleans
We started our second day in New Orleans on a party bus - as all good days should obviously start - and drove out to Honey Island Swamp for a close encounter with some alligators. And when I say "close encounter," I mean hi that alligator is twelve inches away and slamming against our boat because he REALLY would like to eat that marshmallow and right now thanks. Fortunately, the alligators were way more interested in said marshmallows than in our fingers (which we were nevertheless warned to please keep inside the railings, as they apparently “look like hot dogs”).
Fingers behind the railings. Check.
