My last name used to start with G, but since I got married, it starts with an M, and it's way, way easier to find an "M" sweater than a "G" sweater, and I have been taking advantage of this for sure.
Also: My pants have polka dots, and yet I still don't seem to like them. This is unheard of! I mean, they're okay, but they're only okay cause of those polka dots (man I love polka dots). Those shoes are my nude ballet flats. Love them. Also: They match the color of my skin almost perfectly. When wearing this outfit, I totally weirded out a dude in the grocery store parking lot. He was all like "Is that chick barefoot?!" And then he was like "Oh. Okay. Nude flats." At least that's what I interpreted from his facial expressions.
Let's turn our attention from my mediocre pants (and relatively lovely flats) to my basically perfect baby. No pressure, Thomas, but, you know, you're practically perfect in every way. I'm not saying your're Mary Poppins, but I'm also not saying you're not Mary Poppins, you know?