saturday uniform


Hubs and I work almost every Saturday, and if our schedules align we carpool {because we’re cheap green}. The general mood around our house as we roll out of bed 10 minutes before we need to head out the door goes a little something like this:

We’re only going to work until lunchtime, so showers are optional.

Ironing, however, is not an option.

It’s perfectly acceptable to wear the same pants you wore to work the day before. Sometimes the same shirt, but it must first pass a sniff test by the other half.

Keira understands that it’s more important to allocate an extra 10 minutes for a stop at Dunkin Donuts than to spend the same amount of time perfecting her hair and/or makeup.

Chad understands that no matter how many times he says, “babe, we gotta go!” it’s not really going to make Keira move any faster. {morning person I am not.}

Author: Keira Lennox

I'm a small town lady from the sunshine state with an affinity for bookstores, beauty counters and unfussy style. I spend my days running my flower shop, and my nights blogging about what I love and what I wear. (Or watching Netflix and drinking wine.)

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