My time, style, and stress-based challenge of What to Wear to The Bean's Baptism was met.Thanks, Mommy.
My mom's been a huge help since The Bean arrived. Cleaning, sorting, cleaning, sorting, and buying - like grandmas are wont to do. Most of it's for The Bean (she just can't resist a beautifully illustrated picture book - or The Bean's First Christmas Dress, for that matter), but occasionally, she'll surprise H or me with a gift.
This time, she played personal shopper.
I gave her my thoughts and size, and she went shopping for me. (Bless my stepdad's heart, he waited while she shopped.) So The Bean finally slept on Friday
night, and I ventured out to the living room. Fingers crossed, I tried on the suit she'd bought me.
night, and I ventured out to the living room. Fingers crossed, I tried on the suit she'd bought me.Perfect.
Perfect harmony of Jackie O, Audrey, and Kate. Oh yeah, and a little bit of me.
A sweet little barely swing coat with bracelet sleeves and big silver buttons, and a jaquard a-line skirt, all in navy and cream (all Ann Taylor). Paired with my Chie Mihara pumps, apparently, I was a Hot Mama, says H.
The Bean couldn't have asked for a better dressed mommy on her baptism day. There was no way I could outshine her, of course, in her custom ordered baptismal ensemble from Italy by way of her Greek godmother. "Royal equestrian," Mommy said. "All she needs now is a pony," she told H.
H blanched.