I saw this online, and the dress of course was being worn by a very thin stunning gal and I was like ooooooh ahhhhhh if I have this dress I will look so teensie weensie in it. I just know it! But you guys, jersey and curves. I mean JERSEY AND CURVES, they hug, oh they hug so good like that person that squeezes you extra tight right when you're trying to let go. Yes, this dress hugs, but it's beautiful. So what, because I'm not a size 0 I can't wear gorgeous stuff, hells to the no. So naturally I stuffed myself like a sausage into some spanx to at least smooth the curves you know what I'm sayin'. And then I called it a day. And also, who cares anyways ya know, the end.
I always feel like I've somehow cheated the system when I find a good fashion dupe. Seriously though, it hurts when you see basic clothing items attached to big name brands and they have such a painful dollar sign attached to them.
Here's the thing, I've been eyeing these Topshop jeans that are $70, and who isn't eyeing a good clean pair of converse to start the summer in yeah those will run you about $50. But guys. GUYS. I found perfect dupes for them so you won't feel one teensie bit bad when your shoes are gray and trashed by the end of the summer and the holes in your trendy Topshop jeans are craters. These Boohoo items are almost IDENTICAL. Like so identical that it hurts, and they are WAY cheaper. So if your'e looking for a summer uniform to run.into.the.ground all day e'ry day style then this is it. Save yourself some moolah, get these cheap options instead and just mail me the money you saved....yeah yeah okay fine you can skip the last step. You're welcome and also long live the Ramones and the flannel tied around the waist ammmiright!
If you follow me over on Instagram you probably already know that I did a huge closet clean out this week and am having an Instagram closet sale all weekend long. You can find it at @shopfromsarahsleeve you know, if your into getting gently used clothes at ridiculously cheap prices. All of the clothes are highest bidder wins!
Also, please come follow me on Instagram just so that I can in turn stalk your life and we can become Insta-best friends. No but really, I want to get to know you!!! You can find me @fromsarahsleeve
This outfit is life you guys. It's loose and baggy so I feel super comfortable but for some reason all of the pieces combined make me feel way more trendy and hipster than I actually am. It's fantastic, it makes tricking people into thinking you're something that you're actually not feel GOOD. You'll be seeing these cute Kikotik bags on the site more. I had a really amazing opportunity to do a lookbook and product shoot for Kikotik (did you know I'm a photographer on the side, ci es verdad) and I really feel like these bags go with everything, and the amazing owner of the shop gifted me the bag you see above so yes, new go to.
Hope you guys are having an awesome week, if I know one thing it's that Mother's Day hangovers are real. All that love and attention and chocolate had me ordering people around like I was THEEE queen. Come Monday morning when Joc woke up at six I laid flat on my back in bed raising my fists in the air yelling, "Whhhhhhyyyyyyy can't they worship me everyday!!!" I know, life is rough.
(the biggest of thank you's to @photonienie for pictures that I will cherish forever and @flordeluzshop for dresses that make you feel like a mexiqueen)
I should have known when I was in labor and the nurse said to me, "Look at that BLONDE HAIR!!" that we were in for a ride. I looked at my husband in bewilderment, how was that even possible? We are both brunettes. That was my first clue.
She was Jocelyn, and she was going to do things her way.
Before having a baby motherhood always seemed so glamorous to me. The baby would sleep all day and just play on the floor and I would have all of this free time to accomplish what I wanted and there I would be, this glowing, slim, beaming happy mother. It was easy. I mean how hard could it be if so many people could do it right?
But like I said. Blonde hair. Just like any baby she came into this world and was doing things her way.
First there was no sleep. Then there was so much no sleep that I couldn't function. Then nursing issues, then more sleeping issues, postpartum depression, then more nursing issues, and what was this saggy lumpy body I was stuck in and why was I freaking balding. Let's not even talk about the witching hour crying that lasted for sometimes 4 hours in the middle of the night that I just had to grit my teeth to get through. And teething, I mean teething is a cruel heartless b, then clinginess oh the clinginess and constant demanding to be in my arms and nowhere else all day every day. I just don't believe it's a stage at this point. It's who she is, she's a mamma's girl, and she's hear to teach me unending patience which I really, I mean really suck at.
So why are we mothers? It sounds so hard, I mean it IS so hard. Motherhood demands everything that we are, and it demands it all the time.
I believe we are mothers because something truly spiritual happens when you sacrifice EVERYTHING that you are for someone else.
And we do sacrifice of everything that we are (see ridiculously whiny paragraph above).
To say our hearts grow ten times is a complete injustice. It's our spirits that grow! That connection and love you feel with their first hand grasp, the first time you are the only one that can comfort them, the first time they beam and smile just for you, the first time you notice that HUGE personality in that tiny body of theirs. That's why we are mothers.
So here's to you, my fellow sister in the trenches of motherhood.
We are mothers.
We give of love freely and ask nothing in return.
We are constantly praying and pleading for our little ones.
We give up recognition and rewards to create goodness.
We do the dirty work, the unending constant dirty work.
We run as fast as our feet can carry us and pray that at the end of the day it's enough.
You are amazing. You are strong. You are beautiful. You are enough.