On Wednesday morning, before 9am I might add, I saw a mom at the playground wearing strappy, patent leather, three-inch heels. And a tailored army jacket, and these crazy funky pants that were tight at the ankles and loose everywhere else, like a very elegant MC Hammer. But it was the heels that got me... heels! I just had to share. I don't know why this struck me so much, but perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I was wearing yoga pants, flip flops, and a hoodie, and suddenly felt like I was about 12 years old, and not necessarily in a good way. To paraphrase Carrie Bradshaw, "I couldn't help but wonder... in the big city, must a mama dress for the playground? Discuss...
I wanted to cook something awesome to share with you this week, but it has been a go-to staple week around here if ever there was one. Annie's Mac and Cheese, Quorn Patties, Beans and Rice, and Chicken and Broccoli fried rice were on the menu. Okay, so that last one was kind of a winner, I'll admit, but it is still in the recipe-testing phases... I'll share it soon. I actually think I've been fighting off something all week and hence the general malaise and snarky feelings towards fashionable women at the playground.
Things are about to turn around though, because guess what?
This guy is coming home! After an extended stay at Chez Nana and Granpa, Louie is returning to us! Not only does this mean this weekend will be a furry lovefest, it also means it will be a grandparental lovefest with little J as well. I can't wait. Reunion photos to come, along with a photo essay on whatever the husband cooks for the Patriots-Jets game on Sunday. It is sure to be an epic weekend at Casa SMJ.
Jackhammers be damned.
If you look like twelve at thirty something, you'll like you're in your thirties when you're sixty something.
ReplyDeleteIn my book, high heels are often a metaphor for teetering.