{closet confessions}
Cardi, cardi, we likes to party.
We don't cause trouble.
We don't bother nobody.
How's about a little Snoop Dogg spoof to set this piece off righteous? It's the 2nd installment of the #kmaccardiparty. All September long I am celebrating the art of the cardigan. The insta-cover in doctors' frigid waiting rooms. The saving grace inside mother-in-law's ice cubical homes. The holy shnikeys who made it January in July in the office place. Need a refresher on what's going down? Missed installment numero uno? Head here. Get ready to salute our good pal, Mister Rogers with me.
For this week's CARDI-ob-SESSION, I wanted to shed some light on middle aged-ness. I just so happen to be liking this whole upper thirties playlist very much. It's equal parts: I don't give a rip what's trending & I think I'll slow down and enjoy a few more sunsets with my peeps. It's dancing in the grocery store aisle when a good song comes on. It's surprise ice cream for lunch sometimes with your kiddos. It's saying the silly on your mind regardless of how it may sound to others. It's syncing up with the bigger rhythm of your place in this world without sidebars & unbeknownst to boundaries of status so often those twenties records spin.
It also just happens to be wearing animals on your person when you're almost 40.
I wear chickens. All up on my breasts. I.am.so.sorry. If that was offensive, please forgive me. But...
- I COULD NOT let that one get by me.
- When you're round-up-to-40 AND you've nursed 2 babies, there's not much BOOM up in the bosom. Why not cover them in chickens so to add "texture" and create depth?
Um, anyone out there interested in hiring me as your fashion advisor after this comment?
This is one of my all-time favorite cardis. I love it for the oversized stitches on the bow. AND FOR THE BOW. And for the bow. Have I mentioned the bow? It's tapered too. Kinda flares out at the ends. Moment = I need one.Okay. I'm back. It's super soft & I'm not gonna lie, it makes me feel dainty. And that adjective, along with graceful, has NEVER been used to describe me. 3/4 length sleeves: NO DIGGITY. NO DOUBT.
I paired it with my good friend, black & white striped, faux feather topped, gaucho balloon gathered tank. This girl is.my.rock. Pre-menopausal bloating because "gee, who knows when THE CHANGE is really gonna effort itself to fruition" is completely trumped by this tank. She covers. She consoles. She provides camouflage to all things IF YOU GET ONE STEP CLOSER TO ME I MAY PUNCH YOU otherwise known as "Thanks a lot, Eve. Hope that apple was delish."
I added some skinny jeans and my favorite pairs of heels, {also shown here}, and I think Mister Rogers would be proud. He would most likely even want me as a guest visitor to the show on farm day.
So, who's in? I need cardi pictures, people. Ones WITHOUT me in them. No. Chicken scratch that. Ones WITH YOU in them. Much better. Join in the cardi fun. I mean it's like this: Snap a picture of yourself in your freezing cold cubical at work and then post it to any of your social media sites or to k.Mac's Facebook page. Use the hashtag: #kmaccardiparty and you can alert me with a good ole @meghancobble so I'll be sure to see. It's fun & it's FREE-zing. {Had to. Sorry. It's was just like the breast op. I couldn't let it go}.
AND...
My inaugural post is up and live at the Knoxville Moms Blog TODAY! Head on over and check it out. I'd love to hear from you over in my new neighborhood. {It's on the tip of my tongue, people...CANNOT FIGHT IT...Won't you be...my neighbor?} GAH. Middle age is awesome!
