I am ignoring the fact that yesterday brought rain and sleet. Boo!
I am focusing on the fact that it should remain above freezing for several days. Hooray!
This fabulous news, coupled with the arrival of March in mere days, has me gunning for spring. Out with the triple layers of clothing and itchy turtlenecks. In with lighter fabrics and string bikinis.
Ok, maybe not the string bikinis. But…. speaking of turtlenecks and swimsuits, wouldn’t it be great if they made a spandex turtleneck/knee length skirt swimsuit?!
Yes. The answer is yes.
Until I market my ‘turtlekini’ you can check out the deals this week from Cents of Style.
Lightweight, colorful, (anti-winter) infinity scarves are two for $8.99. The first scarf will ring up at $7.99 and the second will be available for .99 cents here. Free shipping with code SCARVES2 (Ad links.)
**Update. They’ve already sold out of some styles of the ‘second’ scarves but several are still available. Who knew everyone would be buying scarves before 8am?!**
23 days until spring, friends! Which means I have limited time to figure out how to fashion my wool and spandex dream swimsuit.
Despite the title, this isn’t a post about thrift shopping. (Although, I LOVE thrift shopping….so that will undoubtedly be another post.) This is a different good will. This is the ‘kindness towards others’ type.
I awakened today with a less than stellar attitude. I was tired. Although the sun had risen, I could not see it. For the 50th day in a row. The Grouch Monster, as we call it in our home, had gotten me. Continue reading
Many of you are looking at the title of this post and thinking you know where I’m headed. It’s been said and regurgitated over and over in the last 24 hours. The radio and social media are abuzz with talk of Mr. Newton and what is being described as his display of poor sportsmanship last night. Seems like a pretty clear-cut message to our youth. Sore losers look like jerks.
The end, right?
Well, not so fast.
After quite a bit of windshield time today, too much talk radio and much thought, I’ve decided the answer is…….likely not.
I will be the first one to admit that this morning, while sharing a teeth-brushing session with my eight-year-old son, I filled him in on the post-game celebration.
I typically leave the sports conversations to his dad but I felt a bit more vested in this discussion. As an Indiana girl, a Peyton Manning fan, and dealing with quite a bit more sentimental emotion about his potential retirement than I ever would have imagined, I took this conversation on myself. Continue reading