Team Spirit

The fact that I didn't smile in this photo does not mean that I was not excited at all in this picture. I was so proud of my girls and the job they did on the track that I just wanted to wear my roller derby shirt the next day. I don't get to wear my team shirt during games because I'm a referee and I need to a) wear stripes and b) be impartial. So I'm not smiling but my eyes are saying "Go Limestone CrusHers!"

Shirt: Uniform

tweed Shorts: Joe

Shoes: Iron Fist "Dia de los Muertos"

Bracelet: Zellers

Hair elastic: Goody. Just to sex up the photo. Rofl!

I have since taken my shirt and DIY'ed it. Meaning, I cut off the sleeves and the bottom hem and scrunched the shoulders and tied them with little bows. I will show you all at a later date. Also note: I want to squeal with glee whenever I see my own name and number on my shirt! The only problem is that when people read it I have to tell them "Rhymes with Coca-cola" and they still don't get it. So I just say, "Call me Chola" and it all works out, but I didn't foresee the mispronunciation in advance!

That's all,

Twills

XOXO

Rainbow Brights

Sometimes when it's a rainy day, I just have to go all crazy with the colours so that I don't get meloncholy. I snapped this on my Blackberry while at my son's soccer game, and it goes without saying that I was the flashiest mom there. My ten year old said that he could see me from down the street and he knew it would be his mom because "The other moms dress boring". Kid approved?

Raincoat and boots: George

Shorts: Joe

Tights: Sourpuss

Umbrella: It's a long story, but finders keepers!

What do you do when the weather is terrible? Blend it or fight it? How many years do you think I have before the ten year old is embarrassed to be seen with me like this?

That's all,

Twills

XOXO