Today I'm wearing a fun new outfit (another reason working is great: you always have a ready excuse for buying new clothes!) and managed to convince Matt to take pictures of me this morning before we left the house. I felt like I needed photographic proof that I wear something other than my pajamas...plus I just felt cute, so there's no shame in documenting that, right? Right!
On a chilly Tuesday (high of 61) in Georgia, here's what I like to wear to work:
|Shirt | Pants | Boots|
Anyway. And of course, now that I go to find the link for the pants, I discover they're like $10 cheaper now than they were when I bought them Saturday. Of course. That's just how life works. Maybe I'll get another color now...
I have a lot of freckles on my chest, evidently. Who knew?
In case you're wondering what kind of jacket a fashionista such as myself would opt to wear with an outfit like this, I'll let you know: this is what I grabbed on my way out the door.
Although it makes me look like I have huge linebacker shoulders (or maybe linebackers don't have huge shoulders-- whatever football players are the really huge ones, that's what I meant), I still think it's fun. And warm-ish. I never really understand sweaters/jackets with non-full-length sleeves. Like I want my wrists to be really cold or something? Whatever. Obviously I bought it anyway (Loft, like 3 years ago) so I can't judge too harshly. Also, it's not that cold in Georgia. So it'll be okay.
So there you have it. My fun new Tuesday outfit. And in case it's not inspirational enough for you, there's always this:
Thank you Jesus- my brother-in-law is home from Afghanistan. The bundled-up girl (probably sobbing) is my sister and I am so, so thankful for the answered prayers that brought him and his troop home. I don't know if there's any video footage of their reunion (for some reason, Sarah's photo-and-video-posting on Facebook has really slacked in the last few days...???...weird.), but I was happy to finally see this picture. I mean, if Soldier-Family Reunion photos don't tug at your heartstrings, I think you might have problems or something. And when the photo is your sister? Dang. I am so happy for them.
So there you go. Fun outfits and soldiers coming home. You can't ask for much more, really.