i will preface this post by telling you that i did not actually wear this outfit today. who do you think i am, betty draper? no, i prefer to do my housewife-y chores in jeans and a tee, occasionally a cute, yet comfy, dress, sometimes leggings and a tunic, usually yoga pants. i'm not gonna lie. i am not often glammed up when jim gets home from work (unless i just finished photographing an outfit post). there is never a pot roast waiting in the oven (i mean, what would a family of vegetarians do with that?). i don't often (read: never) have a martini chilling in the freezer for him (although my mom still does this for my dad which i think is pretty darn sweet. i kind of wish jim would do it for me. although, jim knows better than to give me a martini every night). when he gets home he usually finds mimi and i crawling around the front yard looking for sticks, picking dandelions and drinking water from the hose (it's so good!). and i could barely bend over in this skirt, let alone crawl around the yard after my one year old. how did the women do it back then? i really love the idea of putting on an amazing outfit every day just to go about your regular, daily life. vacuuming my living room in a nice pencil skirt and sky high heels. running to the market in a beautiful shirtwaist dress, pillbox hat and white gloves. wearing lipstick and a sweet nightgown to bed. ha! but it is just not realistic for me. i mean, i don't even wear lipstick out of bed. but i was going through my closet searching for something cute to wear to our sale this weekend and i came across this vintage skirt that i had never worn. so, i thought i would play a little dress up. and it was fun. i felt a little like joan holloway. you know, without all the awesome curves and amazing red hair...
but then my daughter woke up from her nap and i woke up from my dreams of starring on "mad men" (as don draper's newest love interest, naturally) and back into my yoga pants i got!
skirt- vintage, thrifted
belt- vintage, hand-me-down from megan
shoes- F21, $9.88 store
xoxo, nora bird