A couple weekends ago, Dan and I headed down to Des Moines to visit my parents. Well, it was a little more than that.
We were summoned by my parents. As in, "Get down here and take out of the garage all the tubs of stuff saved from your childhood that we've been hauling around for the past 20 years. Because we're moving one more time and your stuff is not invited!"
So we came home with 7 tubs of Barbie dolls and Babysitters Club books; milestone clothing (Brownie uniform, baptism gown, First Communion dress), pictures and soccer trophies and art projects from elementary school and high school year books. Going through all of that stuff was a lot of fun. It made me realize how lucky I was to have the childhood that I did. And the parents/brother that I do.
I helped my mom clean out her closet - seriously, for a woman who claims to not really "be into" clothes...she has a ton. There were several pieces in her "No" pile that I'd given her. Like this gray tunic from Old Navy. Does it look familiar?
I wore the heck out of this little dress two years ago. And then one day, I was tired of seeing it in my closet and on myself. So I gave it to Mom. And then she tired of it. And now it feels fresh and new, but comforting and familiar all at once. I wonder how many more years we can pass this piece back and forth?
The Outfit:
Gray tunic/dress - Old Navy
Black knit leggings - Avenue
Black riding boots- Avenue
Faux snakeskin belt- Lane Bryant Outlet
Pink open cardigan- c/o Sealed with a Kiss
Silver hoop earrings- Lia Sophia
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