What a week. Five-year old home sick on Tuesday, toddler home sick on Wednesday, client deposition on Thursday, and yoonanimous on Freshly Pressed to cap it all off. Five days of madness, frustration, joy.
Usually my weekday outfits are rushed and thrown together, and it shows. And today was no different, except that when I caught a glimpse of myself on the way out the door this morning, I liked what my subconscious had thrown together while I was busy getting everyone out the door. So, here’s to iPhone photos, short blog posts, and grateful Fridays.