What I Wore Sunday - Life After the Monster Truck Show

Well, let me just start of by saying that after last nights rumble at the monster truck show, followed by a very unnecessary Dairy Queen drive through (led by the cool parent) at 10:47 p.m., we were in perfect "county fair hangover" form this morning at mass.

(True or false: I've been waiting all summer for this! Ya, this and a bikini wax. Whatever!!)

One kid sat hunchback from entrance hymn to final blessing. 100 gentle pokes to the spine would not revive his posture, nor his woe-is-me outlook on piety.  Then, we had a little casual neck tilt on the back of the pew from another, some pathetic whimper-whine from #4 (still recovering from sugar shock) which was barely audible to me (thank ya Lord) due to the perforation of my ear drums from the Bounty Hunter. Oops, I almost failed to mention the baby's routine cranial crash on the kneeler, which rendered my visit to the cry room permanent.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

Good times.

Just so our fresh and perky Sunday morning dysfunction could really shine through, Steve asked our parish priest to have lunch with us after Mass (I won't bore you with those details, but you might have guessed we didn't win any glistening awards for proper etiquette or intelligent conversation).  I really should be on the Survivor reality show. Piece of cake....

Anyway, because I love my boys so much, I'm happy to suffer through the occasional Saturday night monster truck show.  But, then, I kind of have this expectation that Sunday afternoon will offer something a little more along the lines of gentle and pretty. Unfortunately, as I type my list of complaints, I can hear discussion of plans for a sporting clays competition this afternoon - that is after they finish watching Mountain Men on the History channel in their socks and undies Sunday attire.

If anyone feels the need to hijack me from the frat house, I'll be more than happy to donate to your rescue efforts a bottle of wine or a bag of some frozen raspberry vodka lemonade concoction that's just waiting to be shaved into a nice tall glass.

But, before I start sending out flares, here's what I wore to the cry room, I mean Mass:

I'm on a bit of a navy-blue kick these days. It's a little less serious than black, and looks so pretty with bright greens, varying shades of yellow and, of course, good ol' red.  My band teacher used to call this the fig-leaf pose. I'm sorry, I can't help it - having my picture taken is a bit of a mortification.  I get all nervous and I never know what to do with my hands.  Next time, I'll go for behind the back, or on the hips, or jazz hands, because that would look totally natural.  Let me just Pinterest that right up for ya.

Skirt: Banana Republic (clearance find!)

Blouse: (worn in 13 previous WIWS photos) Maurices

Belt: Target

Shoes: $15 summer score from Marshalls

Bracelets: Cookie Lee - Won in a drawing at a homeschool conference! 

Earrings: Anthropologie (also worn in 13 previous WIWS photos)

 I have a thing for wedge heels, because I feel a little more stable in them and don't feel like I'm going to display all sorts of embarrassing uncoordination at any given moment.

Well, I'm off to find a new hiding spot, one equipped with a lock, something to sip, something Jane Austen and a generous amount of chocolate.

Have a beautiful day, friends!!

More joy right here!