I once thought that having a kid would completely invalidate my identity. All that hard work I did to finally accept who I was, completely obliterated in a sea of poopy diapers, sleeplessness and hours of yell-crying. I would cease being me and just be mom. It was a scary thought. It still is a scary thought.

I never wanted to be the woman so tied up in her kid’s life that she ends up not having one of her own. And so I blog. Still. It keeps me balanced and it’s nice to know some of you care enough to still read. Hi. Thanks.

This would be more appropriate in August when my lil corner of the internet turns 5. Maybe I’ll repost it then.

As for the boy, he’s almost two. He counts and recognizes letters – only capital letters, but still. Just now, he found Bubble Guppies in the Time Warner app with no assistance and is celebrating this achievement by bouncing wildly and applauding himself. I am rearing one of several technologically advanced super babies and it’s sort of freaking me out.

ag.Jc earrings

It’s tough to pull off simple and interesting at once.  This line balances the two quite well.

Hudson ‘Juliette’ jeans, Jean-Michel Cazabat shoes

Feeling like I’m hitting my stride.  I’ve gotten a lot better at choosing things that make me feel like I don’t need to go looking for anything else. Quest enders, if you will. I’m set for black jeans and pumps for a very long time.

It feels good to be back in a groove (of sorts); to flow; to finally have accepted that work is crazy, my husband and child are crazy, and I will probably never sleep a full 8 hours for the next several years. This acceptance could be fueled by delusion, juicing, or just saying ‘fuck it,’ but I’m far less stressed than I was 6 months ago.

Ann-Sofie Back sunglasses, Originators shirt, vintage belt, Diesel jeans, Zara sandals

I get asked about this shirt every time I wear it.  I got it off the back of a friend of mine in exchange for photography, but you can find it and several others here.

I can explain.

I had to go in for my annual cervix poking and was forced to shave my legs in preparation. I can’t be the only one who does this. Anyway, since I can’t let shaven legs go to waste, I put on another dress. And a beanie – standard issue to keep things from looking too…girlie…especially since this is technically a high-low hemmed jawn made of a fluttery blend of fabrics.

*shudders*

Obesity+Speed beanie / T by Alexander Wang sweater / Kara Laricks x Macy’s dress / rag & bone boots

Do any of you guys watch Fashion Star on NBC? I love that show. For reasons. This dress is from the Macy’s line that Kara Laricks designed after winning the first season. I wasn’t too gung-ho about going out and buying the ‘looks’ from anyone on the show, but when I saw this online, it was marked down a ridiculous amount (I got it and the jumpsuit for under $15…BOF’UHM…together…#swag). I couldn’t say no. During the show, Kara made a much fancier version for Saks that I fell in love with. The $300+ price tag? Not so much. This was a much cheaper way to live the dream.

Speaking of living the dream, I am once again the victim of identity theft. A whole-hearted and hearty “FUCK YOU” to the goat-mouthed muhfucka in Montreal using my account number to go HAM in Maxi and Super C Pie IX. I hope millions of roaches and ants invade your yard. A PLAGUE OF INSECTS UPON YOUR HOUSES.