Aeropostale is having a major sale right now, and while I’m pretty sure I’ve outgrown — out-matured? — 85% of their inventory, I really love their basics.
Right now, tees and camis are buy one get TWO free.
I’ve been stockpiling their v-necks when I can find them on sale, since I basically live in t-shirts and jeans through the workweek. They have just the right amount of stretch, and hold their shape through lots of wash-and-wears. And, at around 6 bucks a piece, it’s no big loss if they fall victim to bleach or lily pollen stains (hashtag: florist problems).
Last Sunday, the spring cleaning bug bit C; he came home from the gym with my father-in-law’s pressure washer and big plans to clean the exterior of the house. While he busied himself blasting the mildew from our stucco, I threw on my old Sunday standbys headed out for some errands and shopping.
My spring weekend uniform is typically some simple variation of this: cut-offs (I made these from a pair of extra-long Joe’s I found at the Goodwill for a 10-spot) with flats, a comfy top, and a hat. For now, I’m wearing my cozy sweaters as much as I can, until the summer heat makes it impossible.
When I made my way back to our freshly washed house that afternoon, I threw a big salad together with chicken, bleu cheese and fresh Florida strawberries. Later, I swapped the sweater for a t-shirt and spent some quiet time poolside to soak up the extra hour of sunshine.
Since Sunday is our only full day off during the week, we always try to make the most of it; a successful one is equally productive and lazy with lots of good food and a good dose of quality time together.
Happiness is: a big ol’ pom-pom sweater and leggings.
I snapped this photo on my way to the shop early Saturday morning. When I have to schlep my haggard behind to work on weekends, I like to throw on easy outfits that can transition to cozy nap-wear without a hitch.
Speaking of naps, I’d like about a dozen of them.
I’m feeling the burnout hard this week. Things are slowing down to a normal pace after a demanding February, but after spending the last month in productivity high gear, I’m having a difficult time down-shifting. I just want to sputter out and stall. In my sweatpants. With a pint (or three) of gelato and a Netflix marathon.