Did you know that late in pregnancy (and I'll officially be "full term" - not at my due date but nevertheless OK To Go if labor starts - in just a couple of weeks), your non-baby-growing organs get all bunched up somewhere around your shoulders?
I'm thrilled to say hey to autumn this year, for pretty obvious reasons (sixweekssixweekscan'twait!!!). But, you know, welcoming new life into the world aside, I'm also psyched about fall for totally superficial reasons, including...clothing.
The approach of fall is leaving me torn.
Remember how I said I was getting way more into brights lately?
At the moment, I'm more into Grey's Anatomy with oreos than Grey Goose with olives. But that said, there are times - like the bachelorette party of one of your best friends - when you are going to a bar, and that's what's happening: no excuses.
This, in fact, is probably the most "me" outfit you've seen in any style post thus far; it's just exactly how I like to look and feel: miserable down towards the foot area, comfortable everywhere else.
Lately I'm all about flowy, relaxed silhouettes like the outfit pictured above, which is very much "Oh, don't worry about me, I'm just wandering through the market picking up daffodils on a lovely spring afternoon."
