I'll Never Know How Paula Deen Lost All That Weight.

Tuesday was a blur.  One of those days where you realize you haven't eaten or left a standing position (except for time behind the wheel) all day.  I knew it would be like this so I was really looking forward to Eliza's eye doctor appointment later in the afternoon.  I viewed this check-up as a great opportunity to sit in a quiet waiting room reading every issue of People magazine I could get my hands on.  My spirits soared when we walked in and I saw headlines about Justin Beiber and Selena Gomez's breakup and Golden Globes fashion reviews beckoning me throughout the room.  I smiled to myself because I knew what I had ahead of me - I felt like I was looking at a couple hours of spa time, it seemed so relaxing.

So you can imagine my disappointment when the doctor said "Why don't you join us, Mrs. High?  In case you have any questions."  Would it be irresponsible parenting to tell the doctor that you're sure you won't have any concerns and that you really don't need to be present through the exam, just so you can spend a half-hour looking at stars without makeup?  I smiled weakly and followed Eliza and him into the exam room.  I spent the next 30 minutes tucked into a cramped corner of a dark room, behind a gigantic vision machine, trying to imagine just what is going on between Ryan Seacrest and that cute girl from Dancing With The Stars.

I'm wearing this today:

It was totally inspired copied from this photo on Pinterest.

Pinterest can be such a great resource for fashion guidance.  I was at a loss on what to wear - my closest isn't really exciting me lately - and I've seen that picture on a few occasions recently.  As I lay in bed this morning contemplating another day in a black turtleneck or grey t-shirt I saw the denim shirt folded/wadded up on the chair in our bedroom.  I originally bought it for Eliza, but since she's a little on the smaller side, it looked like she was wearing one the shirts they make kids bring to do art projects in elementary school.  I think I'll keep it even though it's from Hollister and for some reason that makes me feel weird.

And finally.  Happy birthday, Dad!  I love you with all my heart!  You are brilliant, funny and make me happy.  I love that we can share our weirdness with each other.  If it weren't for you, I don't know if I'd get three blog posts up a week.  Have a wonderful day!

gratitude:  book suggestions, sunglasses, faux fur throws, Mrs. Meyer's fabric softener

thanks and love.