Well friends, this is a special edition of What I wore Wednesday.
I didn't take many photos this week.
But that doesn't really matter, because I have an entertaining story instead (to go with the one picture I DID take.)
Oh, and no meals this week. I don't even remember what we had--I think meatloaf, nachos, leftovers, lots of salad.
So...some What I wore Wednesday background.
A dear friend of mine brought over a bunch of hand-me-downs one day that someone had given her. And, this past Sunday, I thought I'd peek in the bag to find something new-to-me to wear.
I came across what I thought was a shirt in an interesting fabric and was a periwinkle-y color that I never, ever wear. SO I decided to give it a go. It happened to be a pretty low-cut halter-style top (and I'm all for modesty), but I wore a green shirt underneath, and a black cardigan sweater over it, so that part didn't show.
And as we were sitting in church, I happened to look down and notice the stitching on the bottom of the shirt...and got to thinking about how it was such a long shirt...and started feeling the fabric...and realized THAT I WAS WEARING A BATHING SUIT TOP.
Oh.my.goodness. I could scarcely keep from cracking up in the middle of the sermon. I immediately leaned over to Kevin and said, "I'm wearing a swimsuit at church." He of course couldn't believe it, and thought it was hilarious too.
Anyway, let it be known that when you acquire clothing second-hand, be it from the thrift store or from a friend of a friend, you are apparently taking a major risk. And if you're like me, eventually it'll catch up with you and, well, you'll wear something weird. Like a bathing suit, in Denver, in December. BUT, if you have a blog (also like me), it makes for a great story!
(As you're reading this, we are on the road to California. Happy Wednesday!)
I'm a Catholic mama to eight kids ages 9 and under, and wife to one great guy. I'm a lover of Jesus, great books, ethnic food, and thrifting. I am pro-life and pro-adoption. Loving Denver. Missing California. Most days are a whirlwind of babies and sweeping and joy in the little things. In spite of good intentions, I am rarely anywhere on time. Here you can follow my journey to just show up and be present in each and every crumb-filled moment.