The pillowcase-style dress below was purchased at the Freshly Picked Etsy Shop. I've purchased a couple of dresses from this shop because I think they look so cool and comfy on my daughter. Plus, it can be layered with jeans, tee shirt, and a sweater come fall and winter. The Freshly Picked Gal also makes wallets, purses, and hair accessories, if you aren't in need of toddler clothes. Everything is very reasonably priced.
Another thing I'm loving right now (again) is R.E.M.'s Automatic For The People. Yesterday while driving in the car, I heard "Try not to Breathe" at two separate times, on two separate stations. I took this as a sign that I needed to go home and pull out this sixteen year old CD. I am so glad I did. I forgot how beautiful and totally listenable the whole thing is. Jay is also happy about this because it means he gets a break from the non-stop Teddy Thompson action that has been going on since mid-June.
This absolutely dreadful bra I bought at Victoria's Secret. Oh Victoria, why do I keep giving you more chances, when time after time you prove to be a disappointment? Your stuff is over-priced, poorly made, trashy, and never uniformly sized. I searched through about twenty bra bins to find this one that isn't padded to the point where it looks like I'm carrying around the chest of a porn star, and it gives me back fat. Great. I work hard to not have back fat. Why would I want my bra to provide it for me?!
Lastly, I really, truly hate folding socks. With four adults and two children in this house, I do a lot of laundry. After it's dried, I fold and deliver it to the various rooms. Except the socks. They get thrown into another basket, to be ignored until no one has any socks to wear and the basket looks something like this:
Notice how there is about three dozen socks on my bed, yet none of them appear to have mates? Yeah, I'm really good at that. Sometimes when the sock situation gets really bad, I just mate up socks that don't match, or I start delivering singles. The family loves this. Sometimes the family complains or I hear them grumble something like, "What the hell am I suppose to do with one sock?" My reply is always, "You get what you get and you don't throw a fit." Sometimes I shrug my shoulders and add, "It's not my fault." Since, indeed it is clearly my fault, this statement confuses them long enough for me to make a getaway.