Can't Help Myself

I'm tempted to take a few pictures of things I've finished around here. But, I just sort of... I'm indecisive is what I am. I hung every picture and took them all down. And ask anybody I shop around with. I haven't been shopping with Em in a while, come to think of it. And I don't know if my sister-in-law really means it when she says it doesn't bug her. Because it would bug me if I were shopping with me. I hung on to two little outfits for the baby the other day and ultimately left the store without either of them because I couldn't decide if I really wanted to buy something white, but I liked it better than the pink. Like she needs anything to wear. People, she could be a single-handed baby department, that kid. Don't judge me. I can't help that she has such striking features [thunder thighs] to accessorize with little leg warmers.

Who knew they'd be so ridiculously cute? It has to be witnessed to get the full impact. And a picture just can't help anybody gain a real understanding of what it means to need a tiny, silver pair of gladiator sandals for $7.99. Honestly though, quite a bit of her closet is full of things that once belonged to my niece. In fact, her outfit today was given to us. So, I'm not having to sell off possessions on ebay or drive around in a death-trap just to have another tiny cardigan. I've toned it down, and that's a real difficulty when we're only getting cuter by the minute.