I’ve had this shirt for about five years now, and I’ve never worn it. Ever.
Want to know why?
Because it’s actually a dress. And if you wear it as a dress it is both band-aid tight and covers approximately one-sixtieth of your body…and not even the sixtieth of your body that you sort of need to have covered if you’re going to go out in public. I don’t know why it’s never occurred to me to wear it as a shirt before right this very moment, but there you go: pregnancy breeds innovation breeds wearing dresses as t-shirts.
I can no longer take a foot-photograph without a big black stripe called My Stomach across the bottom of the frame.
I need to give two special shout-outs in this post: the first goes to my husband for very nicely letting me be a huge dork and get us matching sandals, and for then letting me photograph us wearing them (I think he was swayed by the fact that he loves his and hasn’t really taken them off since he got them).
The second goes to Virgil, who is pretty freaking adorable in these shots. And generally.
Which almost makes up for the fact that he has lived in this house for nearly TWO YEARS, which means that he has lost his goddamn mind over the sight of our mailman walking up to our front door (and been yelled at for this) somewhere in the realm of 600 times now, and still – still! – has not figured out that that particular level of panic and noise is unnecessary.
So I suppose he gets an A for persistence.
On Me: Crocs Ocean Minded Multi-Stripe Slip-On; Hat Attack fedora; David Lerner dress (worn as t-shirt); Rich & Skinny jeans (this style, the Legacy, is no longer available, but I love these so much); Sisco & Berluti stacked bracelets (that skull one comes in bone and wood and makes a great men’s bracelet, BTW); watch ℅ Folli Follie; Karma Backpack ℅ Deux Lux.
On Kendrick: Pants that I keep trying to throw out and he will not let me; Crocs Ocean Minded Multi-Stripe Slip-On.
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