let’s forget the fact that from basically 1989 through 1993, leggings were tha COOLEST. let’s forget that once that time in my life passed, i swore to jordan knight that i’d NEVAR wear leggings again (at which juncture i was probably rocking some flared jeans). my wardrobe during late elementary school was as follows: black leggings (or for the love of all that is holy, stirrup pants), colored turtle neck, GIANT MEANT FOR PROBABLY XL GROWN MAN sweatshirt, colored socks to match said turtleneck (seriously, who wears turtlenecks?) and white keds. throw in a scrunchie in matching bright color and badly permed hair and you’ve got one sad recipe for a frumpy looking hot mess of a 6th grader.
but i swear to hypercolor, i thought i looked down right amazing.
seriously, what are you hiding in there? a popple? your pocket rocker?
remember the jeans that were super tight at the ankles, so much so that they needed a zipper placed there so you could get them on? let’s not even talk about the denim bow placed right above the zipper. and how about bodysuits? i almost dropped my americano at the mall last week when i saw BODYSUITS in not one but three, THREE stores. for adults. like WE should be wearing them. i had to sit down. and then have a talk with Harper.
i told her bodysuits were not ok. for her? a onesie? YES. for anyone over the age of 3? NO. exibit A – my sweet ace bodysuit i wore to the very first school dance in 7th grade (when they weren’t fancy, you just went on a friday night and showed your ASB card and stood around awkwardly until a boy who was shorter than you and had a squeaky voice ended up asking you to dance and then ZOMG how do you even dance?). how did we pee? how awkward is it to reach down and snap yourself into a shirt that joins together at the crotch?
can’t forget mah scrunchy! i’ll need it to pull my hair back when i’m all sweaty from dancing to the DJ from KUBE 93!
i also fully informed her that i don’t care if these come back, she will NOT ever wear spandex bicycle shorts unless she somehow starts professionally riding bicycles at the age of seven. what the hell were we thinking?
i’d be pissed too little mandy – you look asinine.
what happens between the age of like 6 and 17 with girls clothes? one day, absolutely adorable little outfits, the next hot messes like seen above are happening. or was it just lucky us for growing up in the 80s and 90s? either way, we have a problem now readers.
i pink puffy sparkly unicorn heart leggings again.
i said i never would wear anything that conformed to my gams, lest people see the actual shape of my leg. but i can’t help it. they’re so comfy. and great for any occasion. if you follow me on twitter, you know my leggings turn into weggings when i’m drinking wine. time for bed? pajeggings.
but a bodysuit? absolutely not. *
post summary : any and all pointing and laughing will be deleted. and no, you can’t borrow my crocheted vest.
this giveaway is now closed. the winner is number #6, ashley k! thanks to everyone for entering.
if there is one thing i like about handmade, it’s the creative ideas behind the products. i “met” A R M O M MY through a mutual friend (the lovely and absurdly talented Stacy Jacobsen, who takes all of our photos!) and when Rae wanted to share a giveaway with my readers, i simply couldn’t pass it up.
A R M O M MY creates fun and useful (the key to mommy-friendly items!) things like the Smib, the Bumper and the Empire maternity/nursing tank. also, i am head over heels in love with their new line of custom clothing labels.
A R M O M M Y is a mother daughter team, Rae and Jane, committed to creating items to making the lives of moms easier and more enjoyable. in my opinion they are succeeding! the fabrics and designs they use are adorable, while the function of the products are things we can actually use. innovation people – not just more of the same thing you see everywhere. the door bumper is my favorite – stylish AND keeps little fingers safe plus makes the door unable to slam (sleeping kiddos anyone?). and the placemats for teaching little ones how to set the table? genius. their line of paper products make me promptly want to have another baby just so i can order announcements.
these ladies are doing it right. i absolutely adore this video they put together on youtube for their company. you can see their passion for what they are doing and for supporting moms. helping make our lives a little easier. i love that.
A R M O M M Y would like to give a $20 store credit to one lucky reader of the Haps. to enter, just leave a comment here telling me which product you think you’d love to have and why. for one extra entry, “like” A R M O M M Y on facebook. that’s it! 2 ways to win. please leave a comment for each, so they are counted as separate entries.
we will accept entries through Thursday May 20th at midnight PST and the winner will be chosen and announced Friday May 21st.
so you know how Harper loves weird words? like bicycle and garbage? well one day i was talking to Mae on the phone and she was all “i want Harper to learn how to say walrus”. we laughed. but who’s laughing now? [well, technically, all of us because this video is cute and funny].
all i wanted to do today was nothing. well, not nothing, but not plan anything. my life is full of planning my next move and today, on the day of mamas, this one wanted to NOT PLAN. and we didn’t. and it was AWESOME.
it started with iced coffee and lemon pound cake. the weather was gorgeous and i was hanging with my 2 faves. the 2 reasons i’m a mother. the loves of my life. that alone made me happy. the 150 dollar spa gift card? DIDN’T HURT EITHER. mama needs a massage. and mama’s gonna get one. maybe a facial. maybe a pedicure.ooh! maybe one of those hot stone massages…by a guy that looks like johnny depp. or anderson cooper! sigh..
oh. where was i? oh yes.
we went to titlow beach park. we picked flowers (which i think may actually be weeds, don’t tell Harper). we walked, we pushed Harper in a swing, we saw “big choo choos” and lots and lots of “woof woofs”.
we walked the waterfront and from there went to lunch. champagne, flowers, scones and a yummy fruit plate greeted us, followed by a chop salad for me, salami and kalamata pizza for Scot, and cheese pizza for H. we sat outside, enjoyed the weather and Harper made friends with well, everyone. then it was home for a nap (Ah-MAZING) and later? a trip to the store for hummus plate fixings and ice-cream.
i could go on for pages about how much i love being a mother. how much it has changed me, made me better, more capable of love, more grounded, more me than i ever thought possible. this tiny person has changed me forever. and it’s amazing.
today, my mama was not here. she’s off gallivanting the big apple and i missed her immensely. she is the woman who taught me everything. the reason i am a good mother. my best friend. the only part of my perfect day i would have changed was having her here to share it. alas, we will drink wine and do something silly when she returns home. i just missed her today (and am admittedly jealous – she went to a mac and cheese restaurant, where there are all kinds of varieties of mac and cheese. is this a joke? WANT.)
the highlight of my perfect day? as we walked around the park, i would make H hold my hand. at one point she wanted to stomp on some dirt, so i let go of her hand. she stomped for a minute, then reached her hand back out to me. she has never wanted to hold my hand. it made my entire day. it reminded me why mothers day exists. why i exist.
seriously, what are you hiding in there? a popple? your pocket rocker?
can’t forget mah scrunchy! i’ll need it to pull my hair back when i’m all sweaty from dancing to the DJ from KUBE 93!
i’d be pissed too little mandy – you look asinine.
