We went away for the long weekend, and I wore thrifted clothes the whole time because that's how I roll.
I wore this on Friday, but the strap broke on the drive up to the mountains. Oops. The break was inoperable. May you rest in peace polka dot tunic. The shorts are also thrifted. And they're maternity. Not those ones that have the giant belly panel, the ones that have a spandex waist like sweat pants. Don't judge me. They are comfortable. Sooo comfortable.
I sported my thrifted peasant blouse during a Saturday afternoon visit to the lovely town of West Jefferson. It has lots of murals, a farmers market and a cheese factory. That town wins.
On Sunday, I wore a thrifted romper. Did I romp around in it? Not really. I can't claim that. But I walked around in it.
On Monday, that sad day where we had to leave, I wore a thrifted tunic. I went the whole day without getting spit up on it. Proof I'm beginning to get the hang of this mom thing!