Today is one of those days where I am completely elated to be alive and well. It doesn’t matter what’s thrown my way because I don’t think anything can dampen my mood (look for me strolling the streets to “Tubthumping” by Chumbawamba). On days like this I take a little extra time to get ready and always gravitate towards an outfit that has me feeling comfortable and confident (a.k.a. mom jeans always).
It’s almost Friday!
Last weekend I went to the tree farm to cut down my Christmas tree—a tradition that my family has upheld for as long as I can remember. When we were younger, my dad would have my brother and I pick a number (either one or two), and whoever picked right got to choose which tree we took home that year. We’d decorate it with bins full of ornaments and with White Christmas playing in the background.