To Actually Leave the House

Happy Valentine's Day, Everyone!

I hope your weekend was a bit more romantic than ours turned out to be.

I was beaten black and blue by the plague I mentioned on Friday.

It took a turn for the worse Friday night and didn't release its grip on me until late yesterday afternoon.

This left our Valentine's dinner reservation to some other happy couple.

I ate saltines, drank ginger ale and the handsome hubby was forced to fend for himself.

Although, I will admit the way hubby cared for me all weekend was pretty romantic.

He braved the possibility of contracting the plague himself by keeping me comfortable and happy.

That's romance, right?

And on the even brighter side, we get to celebrate next weekend!

{only one usable picture today due to wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiindy conditions}

Polka Dot Dress; Black Cardigan

Navy Striped Belt

Blue Tights; Black Strappy Heels (similar)

Anywhoo, by the time I finally made it out of the house yesterday, I was black and blue.

Literally.

No black AND blue in one look is a rule that I used to follow religiously.

But I realized yesterday that the black and blue rule is something I've left far, far behind me.

Will you join me in considering that rule to be the suntan pantyhose of our rule book?

Let's consider it something we used to worship but will no longer be invited to play a part in our personal style.

Which are more frightening to you, navy + black looks or suntan pantyhose?

Day Dresses by Forever 21

Okay, OK, maybe we got two pictures...

You're welcome.

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