During the spring I always look for transitional pieces. Which is essentially just due to the fact that crazy weather here in Ohio gives me a few tastes of warm weather but then throws us all back into the cold and despair…usually all in the same week. So, I want to start wearing spring clothes but the 65 today, 35 tomorrow weather is not always permitting.
It’s such a tease to wear shorts and a tank one day and then wake up to an actual ice storm the next. In the meantime, I just jack the heat up at our house and just pretend it’s nice out. Intentional ignorance is bliss.
Also – we tried out the more darling new cafe/shop yesterday. Emma and I stopped for lunch at Flowers and Bread and were floored by the decor and our lattes and the flower and the BREAD. A match made in Instagram heaven for sure.
The name Abercrombie still elicits visions of pastel polos with popped collars. I paired these with jean skirts and leather belts nearly as wide as the skirt was. I loved that store. I lived in the store for some time while I worked there after high school.
But at some point I fell out of love. For a number of reasons I suppose. I’d pass by an AF store with its doors open and catch a whiff of that notoriously dreamy Abercrombie scent and smile, but I wouldn’t stop. I’d felt it had grown to be so exclusive, that I no longer wanted to be included.
Now that we have Cora, Nick and I are those boring parents that I always said I wouldn’t be. My idea of a fun evening is homemade pasta, a bottle of wine and getting to bed no later than 10. For Valentine’s Day this year we thought it would be nice to do a day date rather than our typical dinner out – plus it’s a lot easier to get a sitter during the day than the evening (thank you Grandma and Grandpa!!)
Mama got to do a little shopping first to pick out an outfit for our day date, and while I was there I had time to think of some ideas of what we could do on our date. I stopped at Polaris Fashion Place to get an outfit and to hunt for a matte lipgloss. (and I found the gloss of my dreams – and no it’s not Kylie’s).