All thrifted: J Crew Top: $2 | Tulle Skirt: $5 | Wedges: $7 | Belt: hand me down from my sister
Ten years ago, I had bleach blonde hair, about 15 purses (I was obsessed with purses), a pile of fashion magazines on my bedroom floor, a closet full of trendy clothes, and a routine at night which consisted of a bubble bath, a face mask, and painting my nails. Aw, that sounds so nice.
I was one of those girls who wore heels to high school and carried a purse while I lugged around my books in my arms instead of wearing a backpack, because backpacks were just so ugly and would totally mess up my outfit. Wow, I was totally living the teenage dream! Thank you awesome parents of mine.
Now here comes the dose of reality.
Instead of fashion magazines spread across my floor, I see story books and wild life magazines that Jonah is obsessed with. I have one diaper bag, one purse, and one "pool" bag that all have smashed crackers inside that will not come out no matter how many times I put them through a wash cycle. I probably have about eight pairs of shoes, but only three good pairs that I actually like wearing. You know how that is. Showers are hard to come by. I never go shopping because last time I tried taking my kids into TJ Maxx the experience was so bad I promised myself I would never ever do it again. The only time I really dress up and do my hair and makeup is for church on Sunday. And it's always a really great day when no one follows me to the bathroom. What has become of me?!
Don't get me wrong, I love my life! Being a mom is the best gift ever. I'd gladly trade all of my nice stain free clothes and hours of personal time for the job I have now.
Telling Zach to hold off on pictures while I fix Jonah's tie.
The reality of this changed life of mine has never hit harder than it did on Sunday. I had an idea of taking pictures of me and the kids after church to show you our outfits that were all thrift store finds. As you know from my previous post I love thrift shopping. So on our way to church I explained to Zach how we could quickly pull over on our way home and he could snap a few pictures of me and the kids in our outfits. He enthusiastically agreed! Gosh I love that man.
But as we climbed into the car after church and I reminded him what we needed to do before we went home and I could tell he really wasn't in the mood to stop anymore. I don't blame him though because honestly I wasn't either. After all, after sitting in church for three hours the only thing I want to do is get home as fast as I can and shove food in my mouth! Does anyone else feel that way, or are we just not eating big enough breakfasts?
On our way to the "field" I tried to pump Zach into doing it by telling him all about these other girls who write fashion blogs and their husbands take all their pictures. "It's sooo easy!! Just take some pictures of me doing different cheesy poses and keep the kids away, then just take a few of me with the kids. No big deal, just five minutes and we're done. I'll make you a huge delicious dinner!"
Well I forgot there were some key factors that had already set us up for failure:
1. My clothes were now wrinkled from sitting in church. (Should have listened to that voice inside me saying "take the pictures before church!" Darn.)
2. My hair was frizzy and started to curl from the humidity and rain.
3. Micah still had stickers all over his shirt from church.
4. All three kids had messy faces from the graham crackers I had just given them.
5. My sweet and talented husband has a very difficult time using my camera. I still love you babe. :)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!! I just laugh at these! See these pictures of me? That's what Zach got. Really, this is all he got! To his credit though, that top picture of me isn't too bad and the kids were really crazy. Turns out they all really had to use the restroom. :/
Carrying Micah away from the mud.
After a few minutes of him snapping these awkward pictures, I finally took the camera from him and just took pictures of the kids, which is something I enjoy doing, NOT modeling clothes!
I love fashion blogs, I really do! Props to the moms who can model clothes in front of their husbands; to the patient husbands who have talent in camera magic; to the moms who have kids that wear designer clothes and never ever get peanut butter and tomato sauce on them; and to the moms who take the time to have perfect hair and makeup and can take posed shots with their kids looking happy, clean, and clothing always wrinkle free. Maybe one day I'll figure out their secret and look just as fabulous.
His tie came off again!
I love that he plays with that big old fisher price airplane. It used to be mine!
I forgot about those stickers all over his shirt. Oops!
Until then, here's my cheap thrift store wardrobe, my brows that need to be waxed, my half painted nails, my messy kids, oh and lots of wrinkled clothes.
We might look like a mess but we're a very happy mess!
Except for Emma. She doesn't look too happy here.