Spring Style – Black is the new Black

I bounce between admitting that I need to wear more color, and then come to my senses and say plain and simply: I love black. I feel confident in it. And with the exception of a spring, summer (or even fall) wedding, it pretty much works for all occasions. Do you agree? Lately I’ve been complimenting friends on various outfits and you know what the reply is? H&M! Yes, my old standby when I worked across the street from one. Over the years I’ve stopped shopping there because it’s just not right under my nose. But that said, it’s just SO cheap and SO cute, I ordered myself a big ole shipment of the stuff above. Am I too old to wear a kitten across my chest? Be honest!

Here’s the goods: J’aime tank; slim fit pants; eagle earrings; black-n-gold earrings; grey with black sleeves sweatshirt; fringy purse; kitten tank; lace bra; twill skirt; zebra loafers

An Impromptu Hike near Fletcher’s Boat House

I’m trying to be a little more spontaneous these days. As typically a creature of habit, I’ll be the first to admit that I can easily get bogged down by routine. Though, between Daryle’s main job and DJing, we have to seize every free moment we have together as a family. So on a beautiful afternoon, we set out driving without a destination necessarily in mind. Daryle recalled Fletcher’s Boat House — somewhere not to far from us, and we decided to head in that direction. Lots of twists and turns in the car; we were in awe over the gorgeous tree-lined neighborhoods off Massachusetts Avenue, just outside the DC border, in Maryland. Then thumbing around on our iPhone’s map feature, we realized the Boat House wasn’t in Maryland, but actually in DC. We made it, parked the car and Daryle wore Jack in the Bjorn. I only had my canvas shoes and donned a newly purchased outfit from “The Loft” (I admit, partially making fun of myself) — you could say I sort of stuck out like a brightly colored product of our season … We set off on a light hike past the guys fishing in the Potomac (it was a bad day to be a catfish) and happened upon a stream of fresh water that I dipped my feet in while Daryle pointed out trees and birds to Jack. A sweet afternoon, just the three of us, momentarily off the grid, hoping to return again and again.

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