I have to start off with a warning: this post is full of gratuitous Isobel-in-sunglasses photos. I’d like to apologize for that except for the part that I’m really not sorry at all. I could take photos of Isobel in sunglasses all day and I barely feel any remorse at all for inflicting that upon you. This is what motherhood has done to me.
I took these photos outside where we waited for what my dear twitter friend Megan calls “garbage church” to begin. This used to be a very regular ritual that we’d participate in, but since Isobel’s gotten a bit older, running outside to watch the garbage man collect the refuse of the neighborhood in his truck has lost some allure. Now we only attend garbage church about once a month, but he were are, dressed to the nines, sitting in our regular pew and ready to receive the sacrament of recycling.
This breezy pink and yellow take either came to us by way of Ashley, Alice’s mother, or it was something I found while cruising the aisles of the Catholic thrift store. The skirt is a lovely delicate eyelet that I purchased from a yard sale that is made by Baby Gap. She’s worn this outfit a lot this summer as it’s perfect for the hot weather and contains the requisite amount of pink as mandated by Isobel’s law.
The sunglasses are also thrifted, which is my lame attempt to justify all of their photos here, and her kitty boots were a gift from grandma. You’ll notice she has both pink purses here because somewhere along the line she realized that she’d only been carrying one pink purse like a sucker when she could have been carrying twice the pinkness all this time.
I’m pretty sure I was still in my jim-jams while we waited for the garbage truck to receive our Holy Trinity of Trash Collection (The Clippings, the Trash, and the Everlasting Recyclables) but Isobel looked fabulous enough for the both of us.