Eh. Maybe God is telling us that the shopping and cards can wait. Stay home and hang with your sick girls. That's what Jesus would have done, oui?
We have a "fancy" holiday party to go to in a couple of weeks. Woo hoo! Except the hosts declare it's "casual." The hosts live in a home that is well into the seven figure range, so is that still "casual" by our rather down-market standards? I don't know. All I know is that I have become such a Nordstrom whore that I went to the "Complete Looks" section on the website, selected the "Going Out" category, and decided I wanted to try this "Complete Look:"
Isn't that a lovely ensemble? Polished, deceptively casual but actually tres soignee? And I just love the gold jeans. So I am going to channel my inner Beyonce and try the whole mess on. I will probably be sorely disappointed that it doesn't play out quite the same on a 39 year old hausfrau with dwarfism issues, but hey! No harm in trying (what with the free shipping and free returns! O Nordstrom I love you!).
Last night I had my semi-monthly mental freakout about the direction of our lives; PVT and I started talking about down-marketing our home, sending our kids to Catholic schools...all while I was cooking dinner and feeding the baby. This is what our "dining room" rug looked like after our children took advantage of 29 minutes of parental ignorance:
This shot is AFTER I cleaned up all the flotsam and jetsam and tried to expunge the green. Don't you wish I had thought to take a before shot? I don't even know what that green IS. And I just had the carpets cleaned a few weeks ago. Little gremlins.
My latest Tulsa Kids article is up; the secrets of Hip Tulsa Women of a Certain Age. Perhaps you should check it out if you find yourself living in the "Paris of Oklahoma" TOO.