New Feature: Unexpected & Maybe Awesome Linkup

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Unexpected & Maybe Awesome</em></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nt4LrOwgH_J4_m0vhPBelbiLxcD395C4sQi_FimlrXDb4vrwyVT4Ufr7Ss5-DQDlaHXxTTtCWITweim0RhK0QjqAmjnYPvzKcrnYmovp0TPq7nykP_Loz4U0bqe1KjEO51_2pL1xjamm/s1600/G1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6nt4LrOwgH_J4_m0vhPBelbiLxcD395C4sQi_FimlrXDb4vrwyVT4Ufr7Ss5-DQDlaHXxTTtCWITweim0RhK0QjqAmjnYPvzKcrnYmovp0TPq7nykP_Loz4U0bqe1KjEO51_2pL1xjamm/s400/G1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: steve madden. jeans: don't recall. sash: taken off an old navy shirt. shirt: gap. belt: forever21. jacket: banana republic. necklace: gift.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WHj96GGWpL2Tq2QaXJ4QoB0NyU85Ovz2rmmo5caHCRl_KAwevuKIClzUO0iMiitjJzCjxIb2dMlAHPmOdarDFQ8nQ8erCDmKbV-TnKAPiCEwxR-ucFOEFzLDSdAzxM7h744NOdNj76RP/s1600/G1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WHj96GGWpL2Tq2QaXJ4QoB0NyU85Ovz2rmmo5caHCRl_KAwevuKIClzUO0iMiitjJzCjxIb2dMlAHPmOdarDFQ8nQ8erCDmKbV-TnKAPiCEwxR-ucFOEFzLDSdAzxM7h744NOdNj76RP/s400/G1britt3.jpg" width="325" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXurCGFmdJhtH-E7UdPbXABrsbVGNoQIecm20vW2R5K4u6X9D43KPIShgu1P-eNUBRV0gaPhtg9ssnVVL-qAXKnlojuSzDY85G0oY6ZxZ9E5-4MgS51EP6MdayMyaDR_0EN1ED38tagdVU/s1600/G1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXurCGFmdJhtH-E7UdPbXABrsbVGNoQIecm20vW2R5K4u6X9D43KPIShgu1P-eNUBRV0gaPhtg9ssnVVL-qAXKnlojuSzDY85G0oY6ZxZ9E5-4MgS51EP6MdayMyaDR_0EN1ED38tagdVU/s400/G1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">I'm loving surprising details lately. Well, mostly...I found a (literal) little peanut butter handprint on the thigh of my jeans a few days ago that was dry and crusty (a.k.a. who knows how long it'd been there), which was actually an unexpected detail I could've done without.</div><div align="center"><br /><br />But MOST of the time, whether it's something small, like a unique pendant on a necklace, or something huge, like the entire ensemble, I'm loving unexpected (and <span style="font-family: inherit;">maybe awesome) details. It's like George Washington Carver said: </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">"When you can do the common things of life in an uncommon way you will command the attention of the world."</span><br /><br />And what's your purpose in life, if not world domination? Be honest... </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">ANYways. I think mixing unexpected stuff into our daily lives makes us more creative, more spontaneous, and more easy-going. My Unexpected & Maybe Awesome component in this ensemble is the off-centered sash and the wide armness of the bolero-esque jacket. I like the whimsy. And I like how I copied myself from a couple months ago. That's unexpected, right? Right.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So. I'd LOVE to see your ideas and implementation of Unexpected and Maybe Awesome. Anything goes. Maybe you wore cowboy boots with a dress, maybe you wore pearls with jeans, maybe you wore three shirts, maybe you wore a random color...or eight random colors. Whatever! Make it an unexpected surprise for all of us. Which is kind of the point. :)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Here's what you do:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a border="0" href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff436/bnsmart/UaMA_button.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center" style="text-align: left;"><textarea cols="18"><br /> <a border="0" href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/search/label/unexpected and maybe awesome" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff436/bnsmart/UaMA_button.jpg"/></a><br />

belt askew on purpose...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq96Dcx9H-iY4u8Lup25-Xc9GZSgs9JhT_nfMA401LdcaNZGXsUZSYJVd-Qv4CPa56jNy6TpR-lYbcIixgEykDCN05jMUwqDyQ1yIVH1lTb1bo4OicbjB2f8oOEiBYbqqx4zwaWFs3LAMT/s1600/B1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="340" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq96Dcx9H-iY4u8Lup25-Xc9GZSgs9JhT_nfMA401LdcaNZGXsUZSYJVd-Qv4CPa56jNy6TpR-lYbcIixgEykDCN05jMUwqDyQ1yIVH1lTb1bo4OicbjB2f8oOEiBYbqqx4zwaWFs3LAMT/s400/B1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">boots: target. jeans: kohl's. shirt: gap. cardigan: j.crew. scarf: smith's marketplace. belt: forever21. bracelet: hawaii.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbCqkRfpDvvcMRxCDRPY41A2iTaTwEECaw-lxstMCF5oe3Z16BVrgnRJJH0GjSLlRaJ8kYODNFoqvYo0xY2gqYX5VlvLhgvicApzJMEHo-A3Lh6HShOed70v7Q724O1XlOyo6gJT3gXB1/s1600/B1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbCqkRfpDvvcMRxCDRPY41A2iTaTwEECaw-lxstMCF5oe3Z16BVrgnRJJH0GjSLlRaJ8kYODNFoqvYo0xY2gqYX5VlvLhgvicApzJMEHo-A3Lh6HShOed70v7Q724O1XlOyo6gJT3gXB1/s400/B1britt2.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbAWOnmlszWGTRyJH3cf712-lf6AB14DyCveLxeP1So9EUXxzz3fsLaopl9yGtKozolzimYaqnBR2RNTKKYarZnRY8Nxy4bo2nvI61vmmguivT6LrrpGM7jOxV7syROoErQjs2MWGeMRM/s1600/B1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIbAWOnmlszWGTRyJH3cf712-lf6AB14DyCveLxeP1So9EUXxzz3fsLaopl9yGtKozolzimYaqnBR2RNTKKYarZnRY8Nxy4bo2nvI61vmmguivT6LrrpGM7jOxV7syROoErQjs2MWGeMRM/s400/B1britt3.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><div align="center">So, my camera battery died a few minutes into today's outfit documentation. Which is why I ended up with a grand total of 8 photos. <em>"But there are 9 shown above,"</em> you say. Actually, you probably don't say that because, really, who's counting. (Actually, you are, now, because I've brought it up. I'm awesome that way.) Yes, one of the photos above is double-dipped.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Which, coincidentally, is exactly how I like ice cream cones in that magic shell stuff, so it all works out.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Today's weather is snowy and dark and beautiful and mildly depressing all at once. Sometimes I think Mother Nature is passive-agressive. Let's face it, there's tons of evidence, for example: graceful deer destroy tulip bulbs, lengthy summer sun exposure is simultaneously blissfuland cancer-causing, and the existence of mosquitoes in general is proof enough.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I chose everything I wore today because I wanted to be comfy and warm. And comfy. And warm. Annnd I've been missing my houndstooth scarf, frankly, and he's been missing me, so today was a perfect day for catching up. (He's had a bit of a cold but is feeling better, thanks.)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Monday.<br /><br />p.s. Do you ever do odd things when you get dressed, like move your belt buckle to the side, and then just stick with it because you either like it or forget about it? Yeah. Me too. Like today.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? Check out the comparable stuff below:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background: white; border-bottom: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-left: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-right: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-top: #bfbfbf 1px solid; display: block; position: relative; width: 430px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="150" scrolling="no" src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=uid6676-2041974-73&look=2879425&size=Small&width=6&height=1&layouttype=0&border=0&footer=0" width="430"></iframe><br /><div style="bottom: 2px; height: 18px; left: 0px; line-height: 12px; position: absolute; width: 100%;"><div style="left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; position: absolute;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/browse/J.Crew#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; color: #606060; font: 11px verdana, sans-serif; text-decoration: underline;">More J.Crew...</a></div><div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 3px; position: absolute; right: 0px;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;"><img alt="ShopStyle" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/im/widget/ShopStyleLogo_powered_small.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></img></a></div></div></div></div>

belt askew on purpose...

  boots: target. jeans: kohl's. shirt: gap. cardigan: j.crew. scarf: smith's marketplace. belt: forever21. bracelet: hawaii. So, my ...

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mission: impossible

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hi! If you're new to my blog: Welcome! No, seriously, I'm glad you came by; I hope you come back often. In fact, I'm going to try to permanently endear myself to you in the classic manner that I first attracted and endeared myself to <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-anniversary-to-meeeeee-i-mean-uh.html" target="blank">Pocket</a>: The Wink. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXraedMv7o6BtVNwF55ZWN2F1tK9mSVtc9W8rAztQTVGay736HWwUkJeujryifNecTy9PdteCfL4eFpU-NxJeX8gidv8DD5o0jmWmgi0o58P7mlAbuDhSEw-LKVuJpILW8NLkX_vguP0M/s1600/S1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXraedMv7o6BtVNwF55ZWN2F1tK9mSVtc9W8rAztQTVGay736HWwUkJeujryifNecTy9PdteCfL4eFpU-NxJeX8gidv8DD5o0jmWmgi0o58P7mlAbuDhSEw-LKVuJpILW8NLkX_vguP0M/s400/S1britt4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">'Cept I forgot to mention...I can't wink (no kidding). And I didn't endear myself to Pocket by attempting it. It's actually by sheer stars alignment (coupled with his poor eyesight) that he ever spoke to me in the first place, let alone tears-streaming-down-his-face-begged* me to marry him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">(* Maybe an ever-so-slight exaggeration. But maybe not.)</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhhy-Zs2a9fOJkpPSaRc_xb9s80RWO2d1oKsVXOivkbqEX5zQUPq4Apjc0vPedAODyNPiH3hgyqQGtkIsZbGTicR-qiYGmnaa1JoNFUkmEztDqxo3g5HY88WJBbnT7UyfEqeUDSmhw8MM/s1600/S1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhhy-Zs2a9fOJkpPSaRc_xb9s80RWO2d1oKsVXOivkbqEX5zQUPq4Apjc0vPedAODyNPiH3hgyqQGtkIsZbGTicR-qiYGmnaa1JoNFUkmEztDqxo3g5HY88WJBbnT7UyfEqeUDSmhw8MM/s400/S1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">shoes: thrifted. jeans: kohl's. cowl neck shirt: j. crew. striped tunic & belt: forever21. watch: target. earrings: gift.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pIJeWOnLtg5x0e1Ni_vBvIHiTdRw1xhVl16eUjDArKx906JaeBaC5tMMCf9mPDOuiehAl8ktMl_Z3_BsLdmxtJx9lbv7PofJ9J2JEFMd9qmdXn3bh14kXhPaOVUKh-DsTCQ_G3jVuffo/s1600/S1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pIJeWOnLtg5x0e1Ni_vBvIHiTdRw1xhVl16eUjDArKx906JaeBaC5tMMCf9mPDOuiehAl8ktMl_Z3_BsLdmxtJx9lbv7PofJ9J2JEFMd9qmdXn3bh14kXhPaOVUKh-DsTCQ_G3jVuffo/s400/S1britt1.jpg" width="347" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrF5DB0-EWWLOWSAO7nLeYe7BZEVw4bzWqemrSWX4imwz1wXLA8PtkkkuBo2HWUO8yDMPJw-0vX42nWcbI3UUSQDZi4qFTTYVtvNV3jkBuE0hUihSh_kRERZfYlzoZBXvoIQSy0WOqa11/s1600/S1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrF5DB0-EWWLOWSAO7nLeYe7BZEVw4bzWqemrSWX4imwz1wXLA8PtkkkuBo2HWUO8yDMPJw-0vX42nWcbI3UUSQDZi4qFTTYVtvNV3jkBuE0hUihSh_kRERZfYlzoZBXvoIQSy0WOqa11/s400/S1britt3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">I have to apologize: sometimes, despite being 31 years mature, I get in silly moods. Today is one of those times. I blame it wholeheartedly on these adorably-8th-grade camo wedges -- they're bringing out the craziness that I usually keep silenced with ample supplies of pnut m&ms and Dumas. But I've been trying to consume less junk these days (with questionable success) (and by "questionable" I of course mean "zero"), and I haven't been reading as much as I'd like. I'm afraid what you see here is the result.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Inspired by the camoflauge on my shoes (which, I'm sorry, but I think camo is just a fantastic print), I attempted acting out a stealth mission in the last photo sequence above. Note the binocs. Note the "blending in" with the natural surroundings. Note, again, the binocs. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Okay, so I actually don't know that much about stealth missions. I kiiiiiind of ran out of ideas after the first two shots. But this much I do know: I nailed it with the striped tunic as uniform, particularly if your stealth mission involves zebras...lying sideways...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Wednesday.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want a super-stealth look like this? Check out the stuff below...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background: white; border-bottom: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-left: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-right: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-top: #bfbfbf 1px solid; display: block; position: relative; width: 430px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="150" scrolling="no" src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=uid6676-2041974-73&look=2807493&size=Small&width=6&height=1&layouttype=0&border=0&footer=0" width="430"></iframe><br /><div style="bottom: 2px; height: 18px; left: 0px; line-height: 12px; position: absolute; width: 100%;"><div style="left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; position: absolute;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/browse/Forever-21#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; color: #606060; font: 11px verdana, sans-serif; text-decoration: underline;">More Forever 21...</a></div><div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 3px; position: absolute; right: 0px;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;"><img alt="ShopStyle" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/im/widget/ShopStyleLogo_powered_small.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></img></a></div></div></div></div>

mission: impossible

Hi! If you're new to my blog: Welcome! No, seriously, I'm glad you came by; I hope you come back often. In fact, I'm going to tr...

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an apple a day...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPG-Aq6PvGLxi557wVwQ8eKOu-wE3jmmSLfYhe49kottybcEnwK4_s7Ac_1-7G-jGqMRcfOfKLD7TNsaHvec9PRbYZLmdflq5se7tg9ab48aaUX9U4gGLucBe-5nCmDNqgaFO_0BShw48/s1600/HH1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoPG-Aq6PvGLxi557wVwQ8eKOu-wE3jmmSLfYhe49kottybcEnwK4_s7Ac_1-7G-jGqMRcfOfKLD7TNsaHvec9PRbYZLmdflq5se7tg9ab48aaUX9U4gGLucBe-5nCmDNqgaFO_0BShw48/s400/HH1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Shoes: American Eagle Outfitters. Jeans: bullhead brand. Shirts: thrifted. Belt: F21. Necklace: Don't recall. Earrings: Black pearl oyster from Hawaii.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMueYzP4WVxIOTYAHGJKmc-xsGwf_t38OXZTgWqIB4-IO1ghvsDa5TtFSKvtl0UPKRHKMwUChYfaithBVcoeTst1Ufcjmw4Qqqg-NJLzqxrsc2I-gyte9LSHU7tFaltzXdIqo1KTq6E22/s1600/HH1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMueYzP4WVxIOTYAHGJKmc-xsGwf_t38OXZTgWqIB4-IO1ghvsDa5TtFSKvtl0UPKRHKMwUChYfaithBVcoeTst1Ufcjmw4Qqqg-NJLzqxrsc2I-gyte9LSHU7tFaltzXdIqo1KTq6E22/s400/HH1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_EXUuKuQSQLY3jgBJ75UajC0tNUg3SejKT4kdZSlqFfuyhMx0PJgOdHWmKzQIxr20J2lyoywB8kQL2wKfkzIQgST3Vn_gC9UbXTWoo-xD5Bfmb2m_fOqDhGQK2_I1MfcFzkoeoogjqAX/s1600/HH1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_EXUuKuQSQLY3jgBJ75UajC0tNUg3SejKT4kdZSlqFfuyhMx0PJgOdHWmKzQIxr20J2lyoywB8kQL2wKfkzIQgST3Vn_gC9UbXTWoo-xD5Bfmb2m_fOqDhGQK2_I1MfcFzkoeoogjqAX/s400/HH1britt3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div align="center">Don't get me wrong, guys. I'm in a great mood today. Sure, I've got a little head congestion and I think I pulled something in my back from shoveling some majorly heavy, wet snow yesterday. But that's really nothing for a girl my age. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But when your normally sassy 2-year-old wakes up as sick as a...button?... [Editor's note: Somehow I think the mixed analogy is losing something in translation.] ...or sick as a whatever-object-universally-connotes-extreme-sickness, it plops a dark, goopy cloud right on top of your silver lining. Function today, people. I've got a kid to love.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Jumping-off point: black skinnies. Because I've been busting out the skirts for a long time now, and Mother Nature dumped some serious snow on us last night (probably trying to cover up the evidence of our puppy's existence in the backyard...thank yooou, Big Momma N.) [Editor's note: 'Big Momma N'? Where did THAT come from?! Gross.], and I just wanted to be warm. I really like experimenting with mixing patterns lately, so I paired a kind-of-striped button-up with a kind-of-flowery shirt. The red and taupe elements go well together, and, personally, I think the combo is Unexpected and Maybe Awesome.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Wide black braided belt, metallic flats, cuff the jeans because sometimes I just feel like a cuffed jean, throw on a necklace that probably wasn't needed but I felt a little blah without it, and viola. Oh, and this is what my hair looks like straight-out-of-the-shower. Frizzalicious. Because my sick 2-year-old woke up right then and needed me, and, frankly, she'll win that battle every time. Easy. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But, after all that, I was still a little chilly (cranked up the heater, but house takes a while to warm up), so I pulled on some of Pocket's socks and the biggest, comfiest, thickest sweater I own. And I'm off to rock-a-bye-baby.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipta9b6Fez5fqSudLXnHQxLX9aKl4Iesd9Fo0JcBvdSBn2IQAlaLwl0KwNlo8X4ZqHTcXfA65w3PZnhJJ2mBXc2VFD4wjmffRahtD5221J8IMrgomIxw39uP9tc-Ot_7Gj95jZHVjerq2_/s1600/HHbritt94.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipta9b6Fez5fqSudLXnHQxLX9aKl4Iesd9Fo0JcBvdSBn2IQAlaLwl0KwNlo8X4ZqHTcXfA65w3PZnhJJ2mBXc2VFD4wjmffRahtD5221J8IMrgomIxw39uP9tc-Ot_7Gj95jZHVjerq2_/s400/HHbritt94.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Happy Thursday.</div>

an apple a day...

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i feel like i'm forgetting something...

<div align="center">it's my birthday today. addie's helping me with this post. she's sporting her favorite kitty pjs and her not-favorite-but-moderately-clean bib. i think i should include her everyday. she's stinking cute.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2U3sFt51RFVmkC9RG3k32tx2T-trKUaZW3qwXsJUWSrxX94MpYWYmKs2LVSRCZQD9CJyn-5oy2rFJTnVaY35YfQxKaRPknDhrtnXuLn1isKRjXf0S7F9XTK2AERbPMShHLGX5Yq_y0gl/s1600/CC1britt2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286528937283154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2U3sFt51RFVmkC9RG3k32tx2T-trKUaZW3qwXsJUWSrxX94MpYWYmKs2LVSRCZQD9CJyn-5oy2rFJTnVaY35YfQxKaRPknDhrtnXuLn1isKRjXf0S7F9XTK2AERbPMShHLGX5Yq_y0gl/s400/CC1britt2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillkUkzA49VmOfyxzIaR8oDDEyc9R2V3wtR6p94lq3PQ8uFFCCK2yBsveFo3vc9sw677m9KAYRHV9-tIjval0qfvmIWvYMebdCC6fL2E7GQZRi9ELHnyQHiC906E6eHSuUt0OB4jDr4DMh/s1600/CC1britt3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286428493945234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEillkUkzA49VmOfyxzIaR8oDDEyc9R2V3wtR6p94lq3PQ8uFFCCK2yBsveFo3vc9sw677m9KAYRHV9-tIjval0qfvmIWvYMebdCC6fL2E7GQZRi9ELHnyQHiC906E6eHSuUt0OB4jDr4DMh/s400/CC1britt3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 348px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 78%;"> boots: target. jeans: bullhead brand (?). belt: forever 21. vneck: old navy. cardigan: the limited. scarf & necklace: no idea. hair thing: smiths marketplace.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4l0IlRVzLFZ18gAm9eY6QS79n9u-14o1m10bUIMgeRrz1dtdeudfSXDP1gLcsYkmM2EvtrAd3ZB8ygifnpQP4sEFCITGwR58JRlfbFIVDOmj0p5LrAvveEsRiqAmDt0mCP4kXuQnJ1d_/s1600/CC1britt1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554286098433259570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4l0IlRVzLFZ18gAm9eY6QS79n9u-14o1m10bUIMgeRrz1dtdeudfSXDP1gLcsYkmM2EvtrAd3ZB8ygifnpQP4sEFCITGwR58JRlfbFIVDOmj0p5LrAvveEsRiqAmDt0mCP4kXuQnJ1d_/s400/CC1britt1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHk0Luw6Z2GNaGJTi45v6SxCNwytcOGU5EReN6uDX9k-RusrDY3Z3H3Fx_Hq61Pl0qAjyj-GowIa6q2T1s0TZ_LUXIC-mXsfII2w5rsTbFm45At7rMl5_V0P916_6JzUsSAGzqM-ntm-x/s1600/CC1britt4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554285968274986498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHk0Luw6Z2GNaGJTi45v6SxCNwytcOGU5EReN6uDX9k-RusrDY3Z3H3Fx_Hq61Pl0qAjyj-GowIa6q2T1s0TZ_LUXIC-mXsfII2w5rsTbFm45At7rMl5_V0P916_6JzUsSAGzqM-ntm-x/s400/CC1britt4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 348px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Can you guess how old I am? I'll give you a hint: it's subtly displayed in one of the cheesy photos above. Got it? Yep, 31. I'm strangely not really affected by birthdays. I don't go through this "wow, I'm getting sooooo oooooold" phase, I don't spend a lot of time in reflection about where my life has been and/or is headed, and I don't worry about wrinkles and grey hairs. Which I don't think I have yet, but the only reason why is (a) I don't consider smile lines wrinkles, and (b) my hair is a strange mix of colors in which grey, even if it's present, is overshadowed and outnumbered.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Probably, I'm just not mature enough to spend time in arbitrary deep thought when there's fun to be had with my favorite people.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Oooh, but one thing that IS obvious about my getting older is my wandering brain. Actually, sometimes it's not even wandering. It's shut down completely, on bed rest with only a catheter to funnel the random bits of information that have been known, on occasion, to spew forth.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">[Editor's note: Eww. My apologies for the analogy. Normally I wouldn't allow such lapses in publishing judgment, but it IS her birthday after all. And she's kind of a diva on her birthday. Breaks all sorts of rules this time of year, as you witnessed first-hand <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-market-to-market.html">yesterday</a>.]</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So, anyway. I plan on going sledding and playing in the snow and eating all sorts of scrumptious foods in very large quantities. So I wore black. It's slimming, right? [Editor's note: Ehhhh...slimming, maybe. An invisibility cloak? No.] Paired with a vertically striped sweater to elongate my frame (and to camoflauge the inevitable wideness-o-belly that will ensue today), I think it'll do the trick.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Seriously, you guys, can you tell I'm a little distracted today? And happy? Because it's Christmas Eve!! And we should all be doing something other than peering into our computer screens today. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Friday.</div><br /></div>

i feel like i'm forgetting something...

it's my birthday today. addie's helping me with this post. she's sporting her favorite kitty pjs and her not-favorite-but-modera...

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On flipped up collars and sweet rolls

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRh7SLmfevcarEVVliVUOg6RQiNk5UAXhwEeqZzLz5DcvvKbTqHImwL1mQCGjLXeqSr8_59aAhM-5CHQJ2p0PzI1uMdw4jzO0Ve-n1gOkiQEF_YYWe8Y8i2IFYBKhuEpsMP0Gyts4OH6F2/s1600/S1britt4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550606983358043106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRh7SLmfevcarEVVliVUOg6RQiNk5UAXhwEeqZzLz5DcvvKbTqHImwL1mQCGjLXeqSr8_59aAhM-5CHQJ2p0PzI1uMdw4jzO0Ve-n1gOkiQEF_YYWe8Y8i2IFYBKhuEpsMP0Gyts4OH6F2/s400/S1britt4.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0zzv6Ojus9AHQJpjNqfcue_7AMdvddr9ylMlUTYnCEGH_V3xd_w-NubOpNlgRpo2C4UH8mxcdoo14LUmLAn-Cu_kCcJ73H-0gPUn_UJNMtAPhTJ3rjdhRGzGXcewXaEHzsdxH8cGqhDW/s1600/S1britt1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550606883849807346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX0zzv6Ojus9AHQJpjNqfcue_7AMdvddr9ylMlUTYnCEGH_V3xd_w-NubOpNlgRpo2C4UH8mxcdoo14LUmLAn-Cu_kCcJ73H-0gPUn_UJNMtAPhTJ3rjdhRGzGXcewXaEHzsdxH8cGqhDW/s400/S1britt1.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu3RqgsoA6y-kyaRXqO0mhGG7MFiLQceNVS9clKUpPrIB4VBM8XsxyHroXcVDICmVANVhLHFPqCB6weo3t9nSbIxDh5XBvNYDCiJdMlvTPTvYJgZaWmXslKfYSbqxmpCsryxTFw0zRxfh/s1600/S1britt3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550606763985671538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnu3RqgsoA6y-kyaRXqO0mhGG7MFiLQceNVS9clKUpPrIB4VBM8XsxyHroXcVDICmVANVhLHFPqCB6weo3t9nSbIxDh5XBvNYDCiJdMlvTPTvYJgZaWmXslKfYSbqxmpCsryxTFw0zRxfh/s400/S1britt3.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" /></a> What say ye about an outfit's jumping-off point being a lovely coral necklace? Because that was mine. Given to me yesterday by my fabulous friend Brooke with delicious taste. I couldn't wait to wear it in an ensemble that would make it the star.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">It's a perfect salmony-corally-pink, the one and only pop o' color in this outfit (minus the sash belt, which I'll explain in a minute). Mostly, I didn't want to deck myself all out in different shades of pink to go with the necklace today because (a) too matchy-matchy, and, more importantly, (b) that would turn me into a walking piece of valentine's day vomit. And I try to avoid that look whenever possible.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So I donned my faded black skinnies and a fully buttoned-up pinstripe lavendar number. I buttoned the top button so as to cover my neck and, hopefully, draw all attention to that great crochet detail on the top necklace bit. I figure there's a 50/50 chance of that happening. The other 50% probably goes a little something like "psst-check-out-that-girl-over-there-with-the-top-button-done-what-a-nerd-alert." I'll take my chances. </div><br /><div align="center"><div align="center">Unexpected & Maybe Awesome: The mix of tough (olive jacket) & feminine (heels) in this outfit. I added the jacket to neutralize, slash, downplay the lavendar. And, just because I was feeling sassy, I flipped up the collar. Add a pair of taupe mary jane heels (read about my mary jane obsession <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-pleasant-sabbath-daycirca-1940.html">here</a>), black pearl oyster shell earrings from Hawaii, and an attempt at a top-knot bun. [Editor's note: No, nothing died up there, people. That IS my hair, sadly enough.] </div></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Ohp! Almost forgot. As you can see, I started out with a sash for a belt today. I don't know exactly why. But after a couple of pics, I realized I really didn't like it, so I swapped it out for a real belt. A shiny little skinny number, which I'm wearing now. Much better.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">"That's all well and good, but what about the sweet rolls you mentioned in the title?" you ask. Nuts. I kind of wish you'd forgotten about that... Just like how I wish that I'd forgotten about them mid-photos this morning. But you didn't and I didn't. [Editor's note: Enter an instrumental take on "This Little Piggy"...]</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegkvpdbIRTag1NzzBIBxMmd2y-EwEwEneauEb5bYR7fNsJ2gE46CCywuYCgXo0isXI5nBT0iLg4snNB-Qj-yD-7tPXOZJBkuWcPvjvx-Pv7a3_lmfOUxApfiv5DgF1HcHvOTxz7CAgg7T/s1600/S1britt2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550606647472940642" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegkvpdbIRTag1NzzBIBxMmd2y-EwEwEneauEb5bYR7fNsJ2gE46CCywuYCgXo0isXI5nBT0iLg4snNB-Qj-yD-7tPXOZJBkuWcPvjvx-Pv7a3_lmfOUxApfiv5DgF1HcHvOTxz7CAgg7T/s400/S1britt2.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /></a><br />Happy Tuesday.</div></div>

On flipped up collars and sweet rolls

What say ye about an outfit's jumping-off point being a lovely coral necklace? Because that was mine. Given to me yesterday by my fabul...

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