Bathroom selfies were born at church

I spend a good amount of time in the church bathroom. Blythe is fascinated with it's inner and outer workings and I normally chase her out of there multiple times a sunday. I believe the bathroom selfie was born of this. Everyone needs entertainment and occasionally I entertain Blythe this way. For the record, I do not like the word selfie.

Also, I only ever wear "summer sweaters" in winter or to church. Summer sweater is too much of an oxymoron in the South.  Final thought, how hot does it get in California? I feel like I see California people in long sleeves and jackets all over the internet. What's up with that? Does it cool that significantly at night in the western part of the United States?

Wearing this much white at one time means that very little scares me anymore. 

on being crazy

I felt like a blogger this morning! I pulled out this blue checkered shirt that I haven't worn since my hard core blogging days and I paired it with whatever was closest/neutralish in my closet and then I slapped a belt around my waist. If that's not mom style blogging in it's most basic form, I don't know what is. and then the crowning moment was at church when a lovely lady stopped me in the hall and said that if she wore all these patterns together she would look crazy, but I make it work. The secret is that...I'm crazy! But that's hardly the world's best kept secret.  

I recenty spent about an hour recently going through old heidiluxe blog posts.  Then a dear friend of mine said she had done the same. The pull to post here hasn't been strong lately. I just don't wear a ton of fashionable things of late. I wear my uniform of items that don't poke me in the belly and i like it. But part of me still wants to post! Especially really high quality church bathroom shots like this!

I got the skirt for a dollar at goodwill because my dear scarlett I

is alwaysdetermined that I buy the dollar color of the day. I'm trying to ignore the 90s but this polyester dream that completely over accentuates my hips found me. Class of 98 and teenage body issues i thought i had overcome forever.