At least that is what it feels like, well, that and host.
And sweep and laundry.
I told you this was the year of travel, right? I am smack in the midst of it. Two
Late last night, in a rut over my wardrobe, I dug out old magazines at the suggestion of a dear friend. And after some research I was able to place the 50 ways to spruce up your clothes. If there is nothing I lack, it is imagination and confidence as my sweet Blogher roomie spoke of today. That and a shit ton of accessories and cocktail rings, which, swear.to.God. make the most difference in a pair of inexpensive shorts and a casual tank. After my short study up, I ran through my clothes and low and behold, years, AND I DO MEAN YEARS of investing and collecting in clothing, shoes and accessories I had produced 10 completely revamped summer/vacation outfits.
'Why do you care, Traci?'
Well, because this week I am spending it in Colonial Williamsburg. With my mother in law, and sister in law. And I like to look pulled together. Even when I can't let a new pair of Gladiator Wedges* speak for themselves. I am with my family, my 4 nieces who are being groomed, as we speak, to be tiny little fashionistas. No thanks to their mom, who is just blooming into her own, but I want to believe because I showed Amy to this side of cartoon day wear.
Ha. She is driving across the country to refute that statement.
As I take off to meet the fam for a week of learning, beaches and amusement parks(ugh.) I will be shuffling through my old Domino, InStyle and Lucky for crafty new ways to rework my old shit.
Because as much as I'd like say I am packing tons of new, yummy smelling Italian leather baubles, I have a weekend in Chicago and a month in Greece taking up some serious fundage and my old Banana khakis and Old Navy grecian dress will suffice.
In the great words spoken by my SIL, 'no need to buy new clothes for vacation, nobody there knows what you are wearing isn't new.'
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Such yummy Italian decadence.




