Read at your own risk....WARNING: rambling post ahead with quasi focused photos of highway weary people....I repeat...rambling post ahead with quasi focused photos of highway weary people!
Why would I post about clothes on Sunday...I haven't a CLUE what I'm wearing to church today...looks like I'm wearing my house dress that looks like a real dress. (Shhhhh don't tell anyone.) See since I'm all erratic and emotional...but I'm trucking off to church anyway.... if I avoid folks maybe I won't end up being snippy! I can't tell them...sorry...don't want to talk to you...my "girlfriend" has arrived and I'm "unclean" as the bible says! You just can't say that during meet and greet!
Unlike my dear mother...I don't feel the need to dress my family in matching gear for vacations.
(Ummm....above photo has too much cleavage for my taste...and I'm always hounding our youth
about cleavage...and there I was...with too much cleavage...if you can see a line...it's too much!)
Since I was budgeting...I opted not to by anything new for anyone.
Do you know how hard that is?
No new shoes, no new shirts...not even new underwear.
When I realized space was a premium....I only packed two outfits per person and washed everyday!
(I'm definitely going to do that in the future...it really saved space!)
We came just like we were...as the Crystal Lewis songs says.
The benefit to that was obvious...less cash was spent.
The downside to that was...
One...your pictures are boring...you have the same clothes on...
you don't get a sense of excitement by having new clothes on in new places...(you know I'm right...and if you get a sense of excitement by clothes...it might be an idol...just wondering outloud!)
and I didn't realize until I saw the pictures....
my pants were still a size 22/24 and I wear a 20 now (you can't tell in these!).
I'm still grossly overweight...but my pants are just baggy and saggy!
I remember my husband's sister saying she'd look for some clothes for me.
We must have seemed like hermits. I don't need any clothes...
I was too lazy to do the matchy matchy thing...and didn't want to buy new stuff.
Those tan capris didn't make it out of Arizona.
I'm tossed them in the trash.
They were too old to benefit the rescue mission...and had seen better days.
Boy...maybe my mom was right!