I woke up this morning from a deep and psychotically artistic dream – the kind you get when you are just over halfway through a pregnancy. Then, I ran across a photo of the 20 week ultrasound, which was randomly out of place, but when it’s your third, this happens. A lot.
I can’t help myself from thinking about how my blog started – trying to make sense of this maternity state and and button down office job. And here I am, five years later, beginning again.
I love the experimentation, then challenge of looking like a normal office worker. Let’s talk about this budget report, shall we? Like all three of us in the room, you, me and your belly? A 50-60 something attorney told me last week, that as soon as she started to show, she was sent home.
I still save tags, take a picture of ideas in my mind about what works and what doesn’t. White button down shirts work. Print maxi dresses don’t.
Here are some photos of what I’ve been up to.