What a wild ride this past week has been. But despite the crappy news, we are all doing OK. Like…honestly OK. And Mike and I both have been blown away by the love and support we've received from family, friends, and you. It's funny, so many of your comments start with, "I know we don't know each other but I feel like we're friends" and YES. I do too. We feel your love and support and have read – out loud, to each other – every single word we've received from comments, Facebook, email, and Instagram. And we are in awe.
At one point Mike looked at me and said, "Babe, who are these amazingly wise, loving, compassionate zen-Buddhist-monk-type readers that you have?? Seriously, who??"
I grinned at him. "Moms" I said. "They're Moms."
We went out for some (much-needed) drinks in the city this weekend. We started at a friend's house (I feel the need to explain Raines' bare feet) and then went out (in shoes) for pizza.
So I wore these pants. If you recall, I bought them during the Nordstrom's anniversary sale. Originally, when I tried them on I thought…meh. And promptly stuck them back into the return bag. But the problem? The problem with all forms of shockingly comfortable clothing? They call to you. And over this last week, as we went from doctor appointment to doctor appointment, in those dammed air conditioned offices and than back out into the swampland humidity of Philly's summers…these pants mocked me from their little bag. Loose enough to be cool(ish)…long enough to be comfy in air conditioning.
By Friday I broke. I wore them to my last "fill" (fist pump) at the plastic surgeon's office. I am officially ready for my implant surgery on Wednesday.
But these darn pants. I've worn them every day since then. I'm getting worried, Mamas. Will these ruin tight pants for me forever? I look at my coated denim skinnnies – the ones I was originally so excited to wear this Fall – and think hunh. Did I buy the wrong size? (I didn't.)
But they're cute, right? They look all fancy-fancy, but they are just lightweight polyester and I can wash them (regardless of what the tag may or may not say). They look amazing with sandals – either flat or heeled, and even work with ballet flats…but then I'm stumped.
I'm not sure these will have staying power once the winter comes, so I may live to regret this purchase yet.
But for now…I went out for drinks and pizza in something akin to pajamas and felt quite glamorous doing it, so that's a WIN in my book.
Also a win? Pizzeria Stella. Like holy crap truffle pizza with an egg on top? And clams and lemon ricotta and the best vinaigrette I've ever EVER had? Also shockingly kid-friendly and blazing fast and gelato for dessert? Yes. One of those kinds of places.
(Cathy – It was SO nice meeting you!! And insanely nice of you to treat the kids to gelato – thank you! They were over-the-moon. We heard from the staff that you guys are "regulars". Tell them that we plan to become ones, too. Hope to run into you again.)
Thankfully, these fancy pants can take a beating. Because just outside of Pizzeria Stella is all of this nonsense.
Like a moth to a flame, this one. But seriously – SO awesomely kid friendly and fun for a Saturday night.
I think there will be one more post before my surgery on Wednesday. That's the plan, at least. Because Mamas, Fall fashion is coming and I GOTS STUFF TO SAY.