in which a girl waxes poetic about her knitwear...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0UbKpefPRiAMgvFTxOJv6QkzVNws8UsS2F5G2PHR0XkoDxm7-IzNB4UMg7a9xB2isZs40fZOpqm-O1ZF8WYiJf-9DuRbYebMFjonEWEOmTmBqWkQW2BtmuIl5p1SRNc-NSbMQD0JGpgU/s1600/L1britt2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0UbKpefPRiAMgvFTxOJv6QkzVNws8UsS2F5G2PHR0XkoDxm7-IzNB4UMg7a9xB2isZs40fZOpqm-O1ZF8WYiJf-9DuRbYebMFjonEWEOmTmBqWkQW2BtmuIl5p1SRNc-NSbMQD0JGpgU/s640/L1britt2.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: saltwater sandals. skirt: kohl's. shirt: vintage/hand-me-down. watch: target. necklace & flower clips: gifts.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYAFhSNMT1FIvlPApYYwzv_LBsKvayzC6J6RudjuO4q-mfy8I4SdPO7AKfbjfX9yCxdMnU-8eV967J5Jvwo4EFe_FhyphenhyphenlffsGdBtLf0EF4PFm6-73SupVGLAH2G_L2cI2yg2qK28B3BQ55Q/s1600/L1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYAFhSNMT1FIvlPApYYwzv_LBsKvayzC6J6RudjuO4q-mfy8I4SdPO7AKfbjfX9yCxdMnU-8eV967J5Jvwo4EFe_FhyphenhyphenlffsGdBtLf0EF4PFm6-73SupVGLAH2G_L2cI2yg2qK28B3BQ55Q/s400/L1britt1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The sunlight randomly went all pinkish-crazy with me in the photo below... Meh. It's sunlight. It can do whatever the heck it wants, and what are we mere mortals going to do about it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmP_xFpSwDw1FkExjZFN7As429h0h5KgDeINvsmqqYSpNemgJDgvwVYZQWPNmIhAUfvSLRHB0MxjrtVQTMPQVHxCcvt2MJDTzyzUGMDpzntkmgZHWLoMbHoyLVrA8OkPCiAnF21Rp7Olbl/s1600/L1britt4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmP_xFpSwDw1FkExjZFN7As429h0h5KgDeINvsmqqYSpNemgJDgvwVYZQWPNmIhAUfvSLRHB0MxjrtVQTMPQVHxCcvt2MJDTzyzUGMDpzntkmgZHWLoMbHoyLVrA8OkPCiAnF21Rp7Olbl/s640/L1britt4.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"> So, do you have a knit skirt? </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Ohp. Oops. Someone once facebook-statused (yep. verb.) the fact that, at work, they walked into someone's office and started in on asking about a work project without a "hi" or "how's it going" or "good morning" and didn't realize until later how rude that was and how lame they felt.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Color me rude and lame, but only temporarily, because...HI! How's it going? Good? Good. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Now. Back to knitwear.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I only have one knit skirt, myself. I've got plenty in cotton and denim and cuorduroy and even some wool blends, but only one down-on-the-farm-meat-and-potatoes kind of knit skirt. This thing is stretchy. It's comfy. It's versatile. It's cashe. It's not too lightweight or too heavy but is the perfect middlegroundweight. It's, in a word (plus two), awesome to wear.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">The only prob is that it's a little faded, a little worn, a little aged. So in the "does-this-skirt-make-me-look-rich" department (and who <em>doesn't</em> open up conversations that way? I mean, c'mon), we're coming in about last place. Panting. With a sprained ankle and mud-splattered cheeks. I don't even know if its skin-hugging would fare much better in passing the age-old "does it make me look fat" test. But the beautiful truth, my dear readers, is that this simple knit skirt has won my heart. And during summertime, my heart calls the shots, with authority surpassed by none 'cept the Body Thermal Index Regulator Organ, whatever that may be. Maybe the spleen? Yep. Prolly that.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Annnd, for those of you still with me (gold star for all 1 of you), a little outtake for your viewing pleasure. I call this one "The Armpit." Lovely, I know. You're welcome. And I'm sorry. And it wasn't me. And I'll pay you back...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszWNGhiGRH9YThLqcE_u0vkjZmU23nJh60Lwp8Wx6AjYQ6TjnVTQbdMRzmZB-Ni7QF_wS1tkM7la2ssTsew8tk-CzCB9A-iyXgFuqAEVQOSlxL13mqqZA8lHzVPhAPQmlC5aVc9ivGhzo/s1600/L1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgszWNGhiGRH9YThLqcE_u0vkjZmU23nJh60Lwp8Wx6AjYQ6TjnVTQbdMRzmZB-Ni7QF_wS1tkM7la2ssTsew8tk-CzCB9A-iyXgFuqAEVQOSlxL13mqqZA8lHzVPhAPQmlC5aVc9ivGhzo/s640/L1britt3.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">Happy Thursday.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? Seriously. Get yourself a knit skirt today and be happy for the rest of your life. Shop below (remember, you can lop off a maxi skirt if you want, and depending on the knit, you might not even have to hem it!)...</span></div><div 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=3519435&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/Express#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 Express...</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>

in which a girl waxes poetic about her knitwear...

  shoes: saltwater sandals. skirt: kohl's. shirt: vintage/hand-me-down. watch: target. necklace & flower clips: gifts. The sunlight...

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three blind mice.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNiQVnbivUeSca05d1Dt9itDu3Pc9bI7-0hfBUYQLfL0UTLdsgTxmvn8gOpGK94OwVD0AhfPKYMsP7Q_rTUQN0AMKpNJRUGyNC2pLyhi7g1BFrsNe7tBeHaXBBS9A5UR5PD9jw_MTQOKou/s1600/P1britt5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> shoes: saltwater sandals. dress: somewhere in paris, france. shirt (with sash): downeast basics. bracelet: hawaii.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVb93Q14GUaQjIRt8gnm5fTAlQAY-yRd4gvXeOWjrwlKxRJJ2YAKfTjIeWpVI7VpK_iDX_LUr3RBu_OPXaml9dgpeCmPVGP5Y5KSvRC-GwjokLc4hm5QMvpj9I_kaC1oBJ1VaftLaTsQg/s1600/P1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I figured there were three different ways I could've gone with the sash placement: (1) low on hips.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRYiHNOC3PMV7WSUelwkjws-r6HfCiNXajkzPYfudR7U3YaMggnP8xHX9Sgbdv_wYKTgGsdNMSmjXYMN_oZPOxyTZpowob1LDhTmG_Ypa9M0YkKUTCVSUL6DuD0xGhOXrj7Dcmz1lscPs/s1600/P1britt4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> (2) at my waist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvWMFgMHhR4RvwBx4DxP_iqi6EnEWHXMoGJ94IUXbVIAyEzOq0t_9dK4GpPqU9h26vCTkfO4eEF7y5v_XmyeGV6-W3p2Vfy4NEe5vtCT5x0ZP8OykCkx84aTtU3MTla5S9xkoxxASZQJ3/s1600/P1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> (3) empire waist-style.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5793e4OItU9A481H7dGVbq1nrZIgj0VORtb1oJ2g3IPC-QYSNwRP6w1JZcQFhCyoXj_TWH_i7eeNJH61vkgoGfgEpQSVGjnomqFacFOtxVbuGIEDNCUP1t-lJhuCq2C2kBFGI5KlLDK0A/s1600/P1britt2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" /></a></div><div align="center">What look do you like best? I wore #3 (empire waist) before I saw the pics...would you have agreed with me or recommended something different?</div><div align="center">(p.s. I know the shoes are a little off here...but I had just run a race the day before that resulted in blisters on my toes in poorly placed spots, and these were literally the only shoes I could handle for the day. So. Survival of the fittest.)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">This week I'm grateful for:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">- my parents, coming to stay and play for a few days.</div><div align="center">- beachside property.</div><div align="center">- a body that's able to run a half marathon after 2-3 spotty hours of sleep, which incidentally at one point involved a toddler sleeping perpendicular between my husband and me.</div><div align="center">- swim skirts.</div><div align="center">- fresh produce.</div><div align="center">- family! friends! being friends with family! (whut the exclamation points)</div><div align="center">- a flood-free week. yessssssss...</div><div align="center">- when my kids sleep in.</div><div align="center">- gut laughs. </div><div align="center">- tantrums in the making that miraculously get deflated and avoided. </div><div align="center">- fresh salsa.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Sunday.</div>

three blind mice.

 shoes: saltwater sandals. dress: somewhere in paris, france. shirt (with sash): downeast basics. bracelet: hawaii.  I figured there were th...

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eat your heart out, MLB.

<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love baseball henleys on girls. I think they're adorably masculine-feminine. Which actually makes no sense if you think about it, so don't think about it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw8VU7dQGjdUtLVqVG5gxOxI5JB0HxDC5WfjOKIrHLxSCXajLnyRFoA3UOGJ1PzgqS4pFAZehRR798ZUyn2uLecgUiCcQjWgEU_zvEP0CEESvLsPCDZYwIrb7spfR-3o0MFPuQlcxcQo5h/s1600/S1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw8VU7dQGjdUtLVqVG5gxOxI5JB0HxDC5WfjOKIrHLxSCXajLnyRFoA3UOGJ1PzgqS4pFAZehRR798ZUyn2uLecgUiCcQjWgEU_zvEP0CEESvLsPCDZYwIrb7spfR-3o0MFPuQlcxcQo5h/s400/S1britt3.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: x-small;">sandals: saltwater brand. jeans: express. shirt: j.crew. bracelet: </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/sienahansen?ref=pr_shop_more"><span style="font-size: x-small;">burntsiena designs</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupitHuSDMNWU-rg-hXwbvWXsjhVGyG8Ac82nfGEEUwbqmgdkGJty-d4Hmxl2SUy-0Gbm2bFmA3tQD1K6OqvJvhl3ET7TeYWH_a4E4l-EYc2y1tjfH_A2dS6xUaf5N-7v4ZB67RFXlJcN8/s1600/S1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupitHuSDMNWU-rg-hXwbvWXsjhVGyG8Ac82nfGEEUwbqmgdkGJty-d4Hmxl2SUy-0Gbm2bFmA3tQD1K6OqvJvhl3ET7TeYWH_a4E4l-EYc2y1tjfH_A2dS6xUaf5N-7v4ZB67RFXlJcN8/s400/S1britt4.jpg" t8="true" width="280" /></a></div> Forgive me. I'm in a silly mood today. And by "silly" I of course mean "I feel like an MLB pitcher in this shirt." Too bad I never went for it in my early years. I have a sinking suspicion I would've rocked the mound. See below:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwts5A2Z7tTElI01Guf7s8Yn6wDUDms82uy7HwKc0SnU53UWxqOScTc5WBDs9rDkb3sMYhPzBVCqONsTyXov3Rz61iFgVxP5qKJMB5vMdhtK45hZSofdDuAsgOgtyBqiPTN_u0vVmWNIVt/s1600/S1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwts5A2Z7tTElI01Guf7s8Yn6wDUDms82uy7HwKc0SnU53UWxqOScTc5WBDs9rDkb3sMYhPzBVCqONsTyXov3Rz61iFgVxP5qKJMB5vMdhtK45hZSofdDuAsgOgtyBqiPTN_u0vVmWNIVt/s400/S1britt1.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div> You're going to roll your eyes at me (roll away), but I can't stop laughing at the first pic in the pitching series above. Here's why:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaPWHZktMxga3EvSr0-ZjEy9mR1evx31phU6tgrhuhiDJiGaOE4OG4OvfPcKsptuwG-kEJPyFWCUJ16i4NZv6FMsRL_eeDpKemPqiWBaWf5LxxfyN7EWWd3KB57Jqxp_hOjCCLMOBEeOj/s1600/S1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMaPWHZktMxga3EvSr0-ZjEy9mR1evx31phU6tgrhuhiDJiGaOE4OG4OvfPcKsptuwG-kEJPyFWCUJ16i4NZv6FMsRL_eeDpKemPqiWBaWf5LxxfyN7EWWd3KB57Jqxp_hOjCCLMOBEeOj/s400/S1britt2.jpg" t8="true" width="280" /></a></div>One word: jowls. (Wait, is that even what "jowls" are? If not, it should be definition #2.)<br />Regardless, it's <a href="http://www.modlychic.com/2011/06/friend-friday-summer-trends-2011.html">Friend Friday</a>! Today's topic: 5 summer trends that I'm looking forward to wearing this season. Topics like this make me really wish I was more up-to-speed on trends...but here we go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. wedge sandals. (I think these are a trend every summer...?)</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. braids. (I wear these year-round, but they're especially great to keep my neck cool in summertime.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. maxi dresses. (Didn't I say that for spring trends, too? Yep. Sure did. But I've hardly gotten a chance to wear mine. Surely trends can't change <em>that</em> fast...)</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. loose, flowy tops. </div><div style="text-align: center;">5. bright, neon nails. (I'm not in love with all-over neon (yet?), but it's fun on small-scale, like fingernails.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Friday!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? Shop 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=3287509&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>

eat your heart out, MLB.

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