Last week didn't happen because we forgot to take a photo before getting changed, so this morning, Matt snapped one on our way out the door. This did not make us late... It may have slightly contributed to the rushed feeling as we were running out to the car, though. A rushed feeling made significantly worse by hearing the "low fuel" chime as we pulled out of the driveway with exactly enough time to make it to Mass.
I probably would have headed off to North Pole anyway and worried about the gas tank after Mass, but my husband remembered that the light had actually been on last night too, and decided not to risk running out of gas halfway down the highway. It was a wise move--when he finished filling the tank, we realized that it really had been very nearly empty. Unfortunately, by that point it was definitely too late to reach our parish before Mass started, so since we were already in town anyway we wound up going to the cathedral. As long as the words of consecration are correct Mass is Mass, even when some aspects make you want to tear your hair out, and that's all I'm going to say about the experience.
Anyway! What you're really here for: the clothes!
Boots: same old winter boots
If nothing else, this linkup is definitely shattering any remaining delusions I may have had about my ability to ever look good again post-pregnancy... ugh. I'm not really the only one who fails this badly at coming up with semi-flattering outfits nine months postpartum, am I? I kind of really want to throw things at the people who go about blithely informing expectant moms that nursing will melt that weight right off, because it just. isn't. true.