There is this huge part of me that wants to throw on black and brown on rainy days just like the rest of them. The part that also wants to stay hidden well under my Ikea guilt free down comforter on those same days. But then I hear footsteps running towards my room; accompanying them is a tiny voice yelling at me to wake up. So, as any decent woman/mother would do I pull my self out of bed and assume my duties for the day. First one being; grabbing that curly fro’d girl and giving her the most terrible /hysterical raspberries. And, on that same rainy day pulling everything but black and brown to wear. Here is what Mama is wearing; rain coat/gifted, dress/vintage, belt/vintage, booties/Aldo.
