Fresh off a glorious babymoon, I thought it would be fitting to do a bump update since it’s been a couple months, and I haven’t whined at you in a while 😉 J/K, this pregnancy has been fairly uneventful, other than the horrible sinus infection and lovely acne that seems to be way worse with this one – thanks girl. So here goes –
Sign #1 that you are in desperate need of a date night: You catch yourselves referring to each other in the third person as “mom” and “dad” on more than one occasion. Yah, not cool man, not cool. So for a night, Grant and I got to leave our alter egos at home, in exchange for an intimate dinner event thrown by Los Angeles magazine at the Malibu Café at Calamigos Ranch (doesn’t that just roll off the tongue?).
I spy with my little eye…espadrilles, espadrilles, and more espadrilles. I’ve honestly never been a huge fan of the espadrille sandal. I think the last time I owned a pair was in the 90s, and I was pretty content to leave them there – but that was before “The Great Espadrille Takeover of 2015.” I mean seriously, it’s everywhere (amirite?). Now, I’m not one to jump on just any bandwagon trend, especially when it comes to my shoes – but you can’t deny the cuteness factor of the new wave of espadrilles. Flats, this is.