Style and beauty from the inside out. Dreams put to work.
Kids fashion. I am a mumma. I have kids. I work in fashion. I love fashion. So I love kids fashion. Simple!! I get to have the sweet privilege of not just nurturing their spirits, gifts, and personalities. If that wasn’t blessing enough (and it is), I get to find clothes that are cool enough for them. This multihued faux fur?? It’s got my girls’ names all over it. Thank you bobochosesonline for this creation! It needs to be in our closet.
And for the boy? In a few months we’ll be all about the layering. This look excites me to no end because it’s easy. I have each of these pieces.
Together it may look complicated to the untrained eye. (Though to me, it’s all kinds of rad!) but take it separately. First layer: an undershirt. Next: the requisite mariniere that every member of my little fam bam owns. It’s the perfect gender neutral basic that can be passed down as each child outgrows. So it pays to invest in a good quality one à la @Petitbateau or jcrew's CrewCuts. Next, another must buy classic: the chambray shirt. Once again, gender neutral and worth getting high quality since it can be handed down. Last, but never least, the Adirondacks inspired flannel check shirt. Mon fils lives in it during the winter. I throw it on over everything to ensure that he is warm and lookin good.
We go to church, so it’s fine over a vest|tie|shirt combo. Works just as well for play dates.
There’s a lesson in here somewhere… Cardigans:: perfection over grungy tees or aforementioned striped top and chambray shirt. (All images via Pinterest)
The cancer’s back read the dreadful, punch-in-the-stomach email. Doctors told me, it said. On day 1 of my 3 day fast, right after warding off one spiritual attack, here was one that I couldn’t even imagine. What??!! N.E.D. No Evidence of Disease the report said two years ago. What the hell?? On top of wondering where God is in my job search now this??
So I talked to my beloved family member, listening with growing numbness as he explained the brand new treatment he’d have to undergo for 4 months. Suddenly all the times I had rolled my eyes at his phantom symptoms flashed through my mind. All the months Id given him the silent treatment because I chose to be offended, presuming he’d always be around when I got around to acting like a Christian.
And I collapsed, gutted for him. As I relayed the news to other family members, they were equally devastated but determined, praying for him even as we cried together and encouraged each other with God’s faithfulness.
Don’t cry they pleaded. Word to the wise: telling someone who is crying not to cry only ensures that they will cry harder.
So I prayed for strength and healing. Then my phone vibrated with a reply to my one line text: the cancer is back. Reply: “But I never left,” says God. Cancer, closed doors, disappointment, TROUBLE? “Through it all. Through it all. My eyes are on You. And it is well with me.” Nothing takes God by surprise. He doesn’t find out what’s going on with us. 1) he already knows. 2)he never leaves us.