Chunky Sweata Weatha

Growing up, I never had sisters to share clothes with.

My college roommates all had super great style, but we didn't really swap outfits often.
(Except for the time when I borrowed Sarah Kay's tan blazer for my first-kiss-with-husband date and she borrowed my belts for . . . everything. Oh, the belt love that binds.)
Probably there weren't many clothing exchanges because I'm a foot taller than everyone. It's cool.

But it's all coming back to me now. New husband? New wardrobe!
I've noticed a steady decline in my wearing of ladylike clothes as the semester has progressed and the temperatures have dropped. It's a good thing that "chunky" is in-style, because babes, I'm drowning in manly pullovers and over-sized flannel. Speaking of flannel . . .
The candles-and-Christmas combination is my cup of cocoa.

Jared told me I can wear his clothes to school anytime I want.
I told him, "Same to you, Lovey Dovey."
So we'll see how that goes.

4 comments

  1. hahahaha. love it. Boy clothes are more comfortable. No doubt about it. Also, the lighting on the picture is perfect :)

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  2. I love that picture. And you. And flannel, like way too much (:

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  3. Oh Dottie, thanks for noticing! ;)

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