simple & functional...but probably not award-winning.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm really into simplifying lately, which includes my clothing. I hope the next few weeks/months don't offend you guys as I head back to the basics in my personal expression of style. Fewer pieces and less in-your-face accessorization. Who knows how long this little self-trend will last...but hang out with me for the duration, will you? Thanks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOontDf58WPaPo7uRqbOdymZpyuCwIFRytTtfW18sJ1FQUHcsS-UcNSD9t2gWz1tkPL2jhWeTvDP0LF8G9pkhLQmxTs4T8FckNo5JfA9U5NObKapVYWq4O-NFQr71l4oWiE45TULpcl8f2/s1600/Y1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOontDf58WPaPo7uRqbOdymZpyuCwIFRytTtfW18sJ1FQUHcsS-UcNSD9t2gWz1tkPL2jhWeTvDP0LF8G9pkhLQmxTs4T8FckNo5JfA9U5NObKapVYWq4O-NFQr71l4oWiE45TULpcl8f2/s400/Y1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: american eagle outfitters. skirt: sonoma. shirt: gift. cardigan: j.crew. earrings: hawaii.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0LPvfy9uk1mmxnXO4jHkbTRq987YYJbLraNVejCx9BHLKEdcoW4GRilBZI59t5c48GQT5OVajbCZxWzjwbd0V2DNesKK69ot2rAbA1sP3L7KgYgHVjpKED2w9yvZ9qUazjsOjr29C5Xb/s1600/Y1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0LPvfy9uk1mmxnXO4jHkbTRq987YYJbLraNVejCx9BHLKEdcoW4GRilBZI59t5c48GQT5OVajbCZxWzjwbd0V2DNesKK69ot2rAbA1sP3L7KgYgHVjpKED2w9yvZ9qUazjsOjr29C5Xb/s400/Y1britt2.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div align="center">I'd also like to apologize for my lack of posting for the past couple of days. My husband has left on business, sickness has struck our household, my 2-year-old randomly hasn't been able to walk for 36 hours and may have broken her leg, my 6-year-old has huge road rash, the weather changes from warm/cold/sunny/rainy/hailing pretty much hourly, despite my best efforts to be responsible I ended up inadvertently dropping the ball and making others suffer for it, and I haven't slept for more than 2 hours at one time for at least a week.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I don't think I'm anything special here--we all have weeks like this, don't we? (Please say "yes," or I'll cry, which would probably make my congested head explode with pressure...) Regardless, I'm still grateful for stuff. Like: </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">- friends who have kids who are friends with my kids. Getting together is not only fun, but highly convenient for everyone. And I am a convenience junkie.</div><div align="center">- when my sinuses quietly go about doing their job. They're on strike (angry, picketing, yelling, barn-burning strike) this week, apparently, which makes me a wee bit nostalgic for yesteryear...</div><div align="center">- simplicity.</div><div align="center">- my husband. Everything about him.</div><div align="center">- my kids, who try so hard to be good and who are so patient with me when I'm not patient with them.</div><div align="center">- soft foods that sore throats can swallow. Like pudding and almost-soggy cereal and water.</div><div align="center">- having a pediatric nurse for a sister.</div><div align="center">- people who are so nice to help me when I really don't deserve it.</div><div align="center">- de-junking. Feels so good.</div><div align="center">- the fact that $3.18 spent at a dollar store will buy hours (and counting) of pleasure for three kid-hearts.</div><div align="center">- the great outdoors.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Sunday.</div>

simple & functional...but probably not award-winning.

I'm really into simplifying lately, which includes my clothing. I hope the next few weeks/months don't offend you guys as I head bac...

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L is for Loco & Lassie & Laundry. Impressed? There's more where that came from, baby.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgTmXWpQlyDOEs8D4O_zdSYEfRwemk-S8JkBls8We1UYHrBb-dV59qYyl-tw-LMInARmfAtLfp0qWXpymmeHVFsuf38x2OXQMMx3poAn9Yve34tJIYegCOMo1vkGGxw8QtVBOXUqENM3O/s1600/K1britt3.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/AVvXsEjMgTmXWpQlyDOEs8D4O_zdSYEfRwemk-S8JkBls8We1UYHrBb-dV59qYyl-tw-LMInARmfAtLfp0qWXpymmeHVFsuf38x2OXQMMx3poAn9Yve34tJIYegCOMo1vkGGxw8QtVBOXUqENM3O/s400/K1britt3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">shoes & overshirt: american eagle outfitters. tights: don't recall. skirt: sam's club. (sam's??? i know...i don't know...) shirt & earrings: gift. watch: target.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWW_tQVksBsonaBBe8EackMyUTDMcI3fn62k7xxL_TE7kz1cOYTWpzt-UUf80blabWNysyGGiO3aGl7ByutQvxuCX_M4UvQX_NU-HmrfQSNKhEhWo54O99lCzjmhev7a83FVjkIotgzoAW/s1600/K1britt1.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/AVvXsEhWW_tQVksBsonaBBe8EackMyUTDMcI3fn62k7xxL_TE7kz1cOYTWpzt-UUf80blabWNysyGGiO3aGl7ByutQvxuCX_M4UvQX_NU-HmrfQSNKhEhWo54O99lCzjmhev7a83FVjkIotgzoAW/s400/K1britt1.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Leprechauns wreaked havoc in our living room last night but, thankfully, left behind some chocolate gold coins. I think the sheer wealth of the shiny gold foil went to my head...apparently I thought it would be a good idea to blow my nose into the gold (see below...or don't). This, my friends, is why I should never become a millionaire...which is good to realize now, because I was on the verge...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARB3EVZrxibSBHNGraiSlGOxMdwxvt7WSiGBCNNkfbaMBuLRk0co4wN0uPuxlFBjl4te1yMZ2qVT8NnvJwQn4bOjpNmuvYJhTRPaeL1WNyuwkuWmK9JscC3p6wcfeeuJ58kiH7WWFDtBw/s1600/K1britt2.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/AVvXsEhARB3EVZrxibSBHNGraiSlGOxMdwxvt7WSiGBCNNkfbaMBuLRk0co4wN0uPuxlFBjl4te1yMZ2qVT8NnvJwQn4bOjpNmuvYJhTRPaeL1WNyuwkuWmK9JscC3p6wcfeeuJ58kiH7WWFDtBw/s400/K1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">Please forgive the lightheartedness of this post...and these photos. (And by "lighthearted" I of course mean "lame, immature, juvenile, and all things probably beneath you.") I think the fumes of about 10 gallons of green food coloring used for breakfast has gone to my head.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">For those of you without kids, St. Patrick's Day is probably not a big deal. For me and mine, it's huge. My kids demand that every article of clothing be green (they're worried about my welfare, what with my leggings choice, but I assured them I could out-pinch any leprechaun should the need arise). Add to that some green pancakes and green milk for breakfast, and we should be squared away for the day...at least until dinnertime.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Ooooh, tangent: my mom is a firm believer in eating all things green on this day; in fact, in the spirit of St. Pat's one year, she tried boiling hot dogs in green water. May I please please pretty please recommend that that little experiment never be attempted by anyone, anywhere, ever? Thanks.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">So. This outfit and post brought to you by the color green and the letter L. (For "lucky," you guys, and most assuredly <em>not </em>the L-on-your-forehead word.)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Thursday!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? 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L is for Loco & Lassie & Laundry. Impressed? There's more where that came from, baby.

  shoes & overshirt: american eagle outfitters. tights: don't recall. skirt: sam's club. (sam's??? i know...i don't know...

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"forgive me" in french?

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7PuE-4HwqXRisUlO2-ikjlj62BAEJPaxau0xh9X2trqRB87ToDDp9CkiWqb3FAl3TtF-GWGVR8Z7ammKQb9Tlmudj56kpWjyLqJ3tF4QJZ8CitDv4GCXmURJS__VbmLtuNaGJfWj5J1f/s1600/S1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz7PuE-4HwqXRisUlO2-ikjlj62BAEJPaxau0xh9X2trqRB87ToDDp9CkiWqb3FAl3TtF-GWGVR8Z7ammKQb9Tlmudj56kpWjyLqJ3tF4QJZ8CitDv4GCXmURJS__VbmLtuNaGJfWj5J1f/s400/S1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">I recently re-fell in love with Pocket for two reasons: </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">(1) The other night, he unexpectedly used the words "pardon my french" and "buttload" in the same sentence. And, in all my feminine glory, I guffawed. Loudly. Love him.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">(2) When the opportunity presented itself, and despite an inconvenience to himself, he encouraged me to head south a day early with some girlfriends. (I'm running a race on Saturday.) So I'm headed out in less than two hours.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">This is what I'm wearing today in all my spontaneous packing and scheduling franticity. It's not going to win any awards. But it's perfect for today's needs. Plus, a t-shirt full of gold-lined lucky clovers? Yes, please.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Wish me luck! I'll see you all on Sunday. Maybe half dead, but here.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy weekend.</div>

"forgive me" in french?

I recently re-fell in love with Pocket for two reasons: (1) The other night, he unexpectedly used the words "pardon my french" and...

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