If you aren’t yet acquainted with Shabby Apple clothing get familiar – fast – because it’s gorgeous.

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This was supposed to be my Wordless Wednesday post but clearly I am feeling a bit chatty. Enjoy : )

My son thinks my friend Amanda’s son is the coolest guy on earth. He says they’re best buddies. I knew he wanted to play trains with his best buddy before we left for Indiana so I hit up Amanda. She kindly drove ninety minutes to Ithaca so our little guys could have a play date. You already know what photographer playdates look like. 

Amanda and I hauled three toddlers, an Uppababy stuffed with trains, a shopping cart, my Polaroid, a vintage quilt, picnic basket, beautiful chair, and a handful of gorgeous props to an open grassy field next to Cornell’s campus. When we arrived there was a group of deer eating peacefully a few feet away. The weather was nice and the sun was warm.

The kids were…somewhat cooperative. Amanda got some incredible shots of Preston (I’ll share those next week) but when it came time to shoot Cameron things went awry. She was crabby. Shocking, I know. She is the happiest baby ever until I *really* want her to do something (anything!) and then a tooth decides to poke through. Oh well. Amanda snapped some great photos of Cameron. I didn’t since I was trying to keep an eye on the boys but I got a few cute snapshots.

Hmm, why am I sitting on this chair wearing these crazy leg ruffles while the boys look for snakes in the grass?

Oh. I see what this is. You didn’t bring me out here to play, did you? DID YOU!?!

See Mom, this is why I scribbled on your white couch. I’ll do it again too.

Oh, thank Elmo my big brother is here to save me!

How adorable is this vintage dress Amanda brought? I wanted to run away with it. SO CUTE.

Oh, and Cameron if you’re reading this (it’s a stretch but she already counts to 20 soo) take note: if you don’t want pictures taken of yourself, stop being so cuddly and gorgeous. There. I said it.

I have recently had the pleasure of working with Melissa of Terra Collection. She sent me an Earth Tee to review. The shirt is beautiful, comfortable, and durable. I have washed it twice and it still looks brand new. The fit is perfect.

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A few weeks ago (why does it seem like so much longer than that) I announced my Blogher ’11 fashion sponsor Ravenous Creatures. Due to some delays in shipping (some things take forever to reach me here in Ithaca and I have no idea why) and Blogher craziness I did not get to show off my new vintage fashions as much as I wanted to.

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As you already know I am headed to Blogher next week.

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I have an odd problem. I’m addicted to wearing underwear that doesn’t fit and I do not know why. I’ve been confronted by my mother, sister, and husband over it. For two years pregnancy served as an adequate excuse. My mom had to buy me some fancy granny panties
for my grandmother’s funeral last year. She didn’t want me to embarrass the family by squeezing all my jelly into a thong that hasn’t fit since The Neptunes (look em up youngins) were cool.

I have no idea why I refuse to buy new underwear. I’ve got the financial resources. I certainly have the time. Maybe I am in denial over the fact that I am no longer a size 2. Part of it is my discomfort as a teaching lesson strategy. If I force myself to wear tight and uncomfortable underwear maybe I won’t be so quick to snarf down a Magnum bar when no one is looking?

Well the dream is over. For now. I am not a size two at the moment and it is time to go shopping. These things are cutting off my circulation.

Okay ladies where should I go shopping? Who sells nice underwear that won’t make my butt look like a sausage through my clothing?