|Tank top| Old Navy
|Boots| Colin Stuart Devon
Remember this image from Pinterest?
I totally ripped it off and added a few tweaks to winterize it. I actually could have gotten away with bare legs and pumps today but it just didn’t feel right yet. I adore the shoes in this picture though. I’d love a pair like that.
I’m headed to Georgia tonight! My sister and her husband are visiting from Colorado so we’re meeting up at my mom’s house. It’s going to be so fun to be with my sisters again, the four of us sans Shower (who lives in Michigan). That’s the sister that’s just younger than me. Shower IS her nickname and she’s had it since we were in grade school, so as long as I can remember. We all have nicknames growing up, but hers is really the only one that’s stuck. Even my parents call her Shower, it’s pretty funny. Her nickname is so ingrained in my mind that when I go to find her page on Facebook, I type in Shower and have to delete it when I realize what I’ve done. I’m lobbying for her to change it officially to Shower but she’s not having it.
So, when I had my kids, naturally, I started calling them names that weren’t their real names. My husband did NOT appreciate this. To me, having a nickname was a term of endearment, especially because that’s how I grew up. To him, it was just another weird thing I was doing to annoy him. Lol. Currently, we call my son Robo and my daughter is Chay-Chay because that’s what Robo called her when he first started learning her name and even though he can say it correctly now, it stuck. And I say ‘currently’ because what we call them changes all the time . They will have a gazillion nicknames while they’re with me.
How do you feel about nicknames? Do you have one? Give them out?