I spent yesterday curled up on the couch with a box of Kleenex. So instead of bringing in the holiday season looking like Rudolph, I’ll give you the outfits I have ready and add the ones I don’t later.
My cold started sometime Saturday prior to taking this lovely shot.
The process went something like this:
E: “Do I have to change out of sweats to go to dinner?”
C: “Yes, and you can’t take that blanket.”
E: “Fine. Then I’m wearing my North Face fuzzy jacket.”
C: “Is that part of your 30 for 30?”
E: “It is now.”
(Clint takes pictures)
E: “You cut off my head”
C: “No I didn’t.”
E: “Yes you did!”
C: “It’s beautiful!”
Haha. I love my husband. And it’s a good thing too, because he did cut my head off. And this is quite possibly the most pitiful excuse for an outfit. E for effort.
I tried a little harder on Sunday. I even had on a skirt! But felt a little over-the-top next to Clint's t-shirt, so I threw on some jeans and off we went.
Leave a woman to herself for 15 minutes and she'll cut herself some bangs. Well, at least this woman did. Will reveal tomorrow if I'm on top of things. :)