Hey Sports Fans? *A Parody*

So a girlfriend told me about this woman that does parodies of sports shirts. They parody the team logo and name. I, of course, bought the one for the Toronto Blue Jays.

You're Imperfect. I Love You.

"To observe people and find pleasure in their individual traits. To wish to afford scope for the interests and pleasures of those with whom you are brought into contact without desiring to acquire power over them or to secure their enthusiastic admiration." *Bertrand Russell*

A Millions Things....

...go wrong. Everyday. You wake up with a certain expectation of the day, at least I do, and everyday it turns out different.  Sometimes better, sometimes worse, and sometimes just different.

Water And Watch It Grow

Floral Harem Pants - Pins and Needles //  Tank - Smart Set  //  Sandals - Threadsence  //  Necklaces - I forget  //  Sunnies - F21

Fully entrenched in summer, I walk out every morning eager to check on my growing garden.  My girl helps me tend it, and helps to water with her very own little watering can.  She's learned that to grow things need sun, and food, and water.

So when we last finished our watering of the garden, I headed back towards the house only to hear water pouring behind me.  I turned around to witness my girl pouring water all over herself.  When asked what she was doing she replied without hesitation, "I water myself so I grow Mama."

Can't fault her logic.

*linking up with WIWW, and Style Sessions*

Imagine The Queen in Sweatpants

Sweatshirt - Lululemon  //  Sweatpants - Lucky Brand  //  Shoes & Bracelet - Threadsence

I think everyone loves a comfy, cozy pair of sweatpants.  I certainly do.  If anyone, fashion blogger or editor, says they don't wear sweatpants, know that they're a bald faced liar.  Everyone, I mean everyone, owns a pair of sweatpants, or sweatpant-like lounge pants.  It's a universal truth - like gravity.

I find great comfort in that too.  It kind of brings everyone down to earth a bit.  You go into a scary interview, just imagine them in sweatpants.  About to meet the President, Prime Minister, or Queen and a nervous wreck?  Imagine him/her in sweatpants.  Seriously.  All of a sudden, that person becomes less of an intimidating abstraction, and a relatable peer.

So for all of you today, here's me relating to you.
That, and it's a lazy day.