Pre-KÂ Fashion DayÂ has arrived, and to break down the best of the best, Stream of the ConsciousÂ is selecting the top 2Â looks from the best Spring 2015 men’s collection. Consider it your definitive guide to the runway.
When the boys were born I bought the mom-mobile. So it should come as no surprise to you Iâ€™ve also adopted the mom uniform. (Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain pretending to be a grownup.)
The boys have noticed it too. If I appear in a dress or skirt, they ask if Iâ€™m a princess. (Aww, I feel the loveâ€¦) Then they demand I â€œgo put on home clothes.â€ (Less warm fuzziesâ€¦)
The Mommy costume: disheveled hair, casual shirt (or sweatshirt) and yoga pants. Continue reading →
I like boots. They are my favorite winter footwear. (These boots were made for walking and all.) Black boots, brown boots, high heels, riding boots. (Dear Santa, I presently have a thing for red cowboy boots.)
Today I was faced with a detrimental project problem at work. I looked down the length the conference table and announced, â€œMake it work!â€ Because there is really no situation that cannot benefit from the sage advice of fashion guru Tim Gunn.
I was met with a silent host of blank stares. I realized I was surrounded by computer engineers. This was quite clearly my most impressive Know Your Audience fail yet. Continue reading →
Big week for the graduating class of 2012. Itâ€™s finals week in the toddler room.
Will they eat all the food provided from the school kitchen? Can they successfully drink out of big boy cups? How will the transition to the new class go? Will they remember to come home in their own pants? (That last one proved a resounding No.) Continue reading →
Much like Scout the big black dog, Destroy collected all the shoes this morning.When his little arms were full, he toddled toward me chanting, â€œShoe! Shoe! Shoe!â€
In what I thought was a standard assumption, I took the shoes he offered out of his hands â€“ promising weâ€™d put them on just as soon as he put his pants on. This was not a popular decision with a certain toddler prone to tantrums thrown with dramatic flare.
He flung himself to the floor, flopping around like a floundering fish, moaning and wailing in a terrifically awesome muppet meltdown. â€œSHOOOOOEESSS,â€ he screamed amid his sobs and distinctly unhappy wiggles. Continue reading →