reese's pieces

Despite the fact that Halloween is right around the corner, the title of today’s post isn’t referring to chocolate and peanut butter candy. The ‘Reese’ I’m talking about is Tracy Reese, clothing designer extraordinaire. And the ‘pieces’ I’m talking about are the dresses, cardigans, and blouses from her three—yes, three!—collections: Tracy Reese, Plenty, and frock! by Tracy Reese. Although today was a pretty busy day—I had an early morning doctor’s appointment and Micah had a late afternoon doctor’s appointment—I was not going to pass up the chance to stop by Neiman Marcus to meet her and view her latest collection. Her pieces are the epitome of femininity and if my income was unlimited (or at least much higher than what it is now), I would own pieces from all three of her collections. In addition to being a brilliant designer, she’s also a really nice, down-to-earth person. I didn’t get to take as many pictures as I would have liked, but I’m still appreciative of the opportunity to meet her—and I would love to be first in line if she ever decided to collaborate with fashion bloggers…

weekday wardrobe: pumps and a bump

One of the frustrating things about pregnancy is that you have to temporarily restrict (or at least limit) a lot of things—caffeine, alcohol, sushi. Sigh. But one thing I haven’t given up—at least not yet—is my stilettos, equilibrium be damned. I’m in my fourth month, so the bump isn’t protruding the way it will be in another four months, so I’m rocking the heels while I can. I’m also quickly becoming BFFs with all things elastic, seeing as how the rapid expansion of my waistline has starting making my clothes a bit uncomfortable. This skirt has an elastic waistband and I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to wear this sweater when my stomach gets bigger, so I think I’m off to a good start with this whole dressing-the-bump-for-cooler-weather thing.







[SWEATER, BELT, RINGS, and BRACELET: Forever 21; SKIRT: Thrifted; SHOES: Bakers; CLUTCH: Express; NECKLACE: New Orleans Flea Market]

weekday wardrobe: we be bumpin'

Whew! The cat is finally out of the bag, and I couldn’t be more relieved. First, let me thank you all for your congratulations and well wishes. I have been DYING to tell you guys for weeks, especially because updates were becoming so rare--I didn’t want you guys to think I wasn’t interested in blogging anymore. I struggled with fatigue and morning sickness (mainly because for me, it was 24-hour sickness), so I’ve pretty much been confined to the couch for the last two-and-a-half months. Every time I thought the nausea was subsiding, it would come back with a vengeance, so I was in pretty bad shape for my birthday…and Micah’s birthday…and The Boyfriend’s birthday. I’ve finally turned the corner, though (knock on wood) and I’m excited about getting back to words & wardrobes.

So let’s talk details: I’ve just entered the second trimester—I’m 14 weeks along, to be exact. I’m going to admit that trying to convert weeks into months confuses the hell out of me, but I think 14 weeks equates to 3-and-a-half months (or maybe I’m entering my fourth month. See?! I have absolutely no clue about weeks-to-months conversions!) The baby is due at the beginning of April and we’re scheduled to find out in early November if this belly is Team Testosterone or Team Estrogen (The Boyfriend is thinking ‘snips and snails’ but my instincts, aforementioned debilitating nausea, and the unsightly acne that has suddenly taken up residence on my face are SCREAMING ‘sugar and spice’).

I’m telling you, people, it’s excitement all around these parts. From The Boyfriend to the soon-to-be grandparents and siblings to the proud mama typing these words, April can’t come fast enough. I’m so glad to finally be able to let you guys in on this exciting chapter of my life, but rest assured, I won’t be bore you with too much baby talk…or at least I’ll try really hard not to. I mean, have you seen how cute some of those onesies are?!





[DRESS: Forever 21]

another confession (if you can read between the lines*)

Once again, I must offer up my sincerest apologies for the sporadic postings as of late. I know that it’s been one pregnant pause after another, punctuated with promises to update more often, but I must confess that for the last 14 weeks, I’ve been struggling with fatigue that has had me wishing on more than one occasion that I had the everlasting energy of my 6-year-old (or at least the ability to bottle it and sell it to folks like me who are constantly exhausted). Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not whining like a child, nor am I trying to pacify you with a half-hearted apology. This blog is my baby and I have already begun to see the fruits of my labor in the form of loyal readers. I’m absolutely positive that this is just a temporary bump in the road and that with a little push, I’ll be back on top of things in no time. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve been craving Italian food, so I’m headed to the kitchen for a big plate of spaghetti with Prego sauce…

*Don’t worry if you can’t read between the lines. I’ll spell it out for you tomorrow…