So, on April 1, a friend of mine from grad school FB messaged me and asked me if I wanted to be in her super secret FB group Skirtathon, where a bunch of -- mostly-- academics wear dresses or skirts every workday of the month and post selfies. Um what? OF COURSE I DID.
The rules were simple. A skirt or other garment with a hole in the bottom every M-F. A DIFFERENT skirt, no repeats. Leggings OK if it's cold; jeggings less OK but you gotta do what you gotta do. And, of course, selfies.
I have missed talking about academic fashion since the incomparably wonderful blog Academichic closed up shop back in the day, and I am super vain, so this group was a great fit for me.
It was an AWESOME FB group- so body positive and supportive and full of discussions of work-life balance that came about naturally in people's breezy descriptions of their outfits. April was not the cruelest month this year despite the deadlines that are kicking my ass. And, since I have NO SHAME and have already shared these pictures with 150 (mostly) strangers on FB, let me show them to you, too.
Even though Skirtathon only asks that you wear a skirt M-F, I did some weekend skirt-wearing, too, so here are 25-ish pictures of my dressy month. And yes, feel free to mock the shit out of this post for even existing. I deserve it.
Day 1: Kind of cheating with a Target dress over Old Navy jeggings, but I was taking everyone to the zoo, because the April Fool was on me and school was closed so.
I need to stop pretending that I am ever going to look any different than this and buy expensive clothes that fit me. Like Stacy and Clinton said I should for all those years.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
First of all, I think my breastmilk had that lipase problem that made expressed milk gross because my expressed milk was gross and smelled soapy and none of the kids ever wanted to eat it. But if you click that link you'll see that the solution to that problem is to scald all milk before storing it, and seriously? Who the hell has time for that and you KNOW I would burn every batch. So I guess I was destined for extreme AP-ism. I say this because Henry's mom's milk looked totally normal-- like milk from a jug-- and he chugged it down happily with a smile.
Third, Cooper is getting to be a good photographer.
Fourth, having a baby fall asleep on me is pretty much the greatest thing in the world.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
But still! 4 generations-- pretty awesome.