Cool in Blue / Laughing at Myself

 
 Hello ladies! I hope your week has been off to a lovely start. :) Here, we've been enjoying a very summery October so far. All the same, it's about time to talk about cool weather clothes - today I'd like to share with you another winter outfit styled by my mom!

   For this look, Mom dug into a drawer that I haven't really looked at much since the weather has been warm. It was my sweater drawer, which also has a couple of random t-shirts in it (don't ask...). She pulled out a cute graphic tee and a cardigan that I hadn't worn for a while. To these, she added a  turquoise skirt that she made for last year. Next came silver heeled sandals and a bright pink belt. Also, yes, I realize that these shoes are too big. It's time for some new shoes. ;)
    I think this outfit would be perfect for a Christmas or New Year's party where the look is casual, but still festive. With different shoes, I would be just as at home in it for everyday wear. I think Mom did a great job putting my clothes together in a way I wouldn't have thought of before. :)

T-shirt ~ Thrifted; Skirt ~ Handmade; Cardigan ~ Thrifted; Shoes ~ Kohl's; Belt ~ ?

Not all fashion blog photos turn out elegantly. There are so many things wrong with this photo...can you spot the band-aid? Oh dear. We have to laugh at ourselves though, right?

   One thing I have been learning about myself is that I am one funny person. Oh yes, I have a sense of humor, but most of my hilarity is completely effortless. You might say I have mastered the art of physical comedy. And it's all without trying.
   About two weeks ago, I was in the throes of a cold, and somehow found the strength to vacuum clean our living room. There I was, the valiant little housekeeper wielding the red vacuum cleaner across the room, then bending to clean the little nooks and crannies with the attachment. On one such occasion of nook and cranny cleaning, my head was dangerously close to the back of the roaring cleaner. In one mighty "whoosh", a few wisps of my hair were caught up in the cleaner. I stopped and extricated my locks, then finished the job. Housework is a duty too solemn to be stopped for mere hair.
  It wasn't until a little while later when recounting the tale to my mother that I bothered to look at the damage. There were two very small, but very tight little ropes of singed hair. Imagine miniature dreadlocks without the fuzzy outer layer. Needless to say, I was able to untangle very little, even with the help of argan oil. The small ropes had to be cut. Happily, the trimmed locks blend in well with my wavy hair.
   I've had to learn to laugh at myself. Feel free to laugh at this and future little happenstances I share. It's my hope to bring a smile to your face! :)

A merry heart does good, like medicine,

But a broken spirit dries the bones.

Proverbs 22:17