I’m not exactly sure what I’m channeling this week,
a swollen flamenco dancer?
I huff and I puff and I waddle to and fro.
But I also am blissfully aware of the beauty of these last few weeks.
And so thrilled I’m capturing them here.
This is a variation on my uniform lately.
The jersey skirt from last week is a dress this week.
And I typically throw some sort of frock over it to feel pretty.
This week it was belting a scarf
and calling it a day.
Should we discuss the fact that my belly looks like the baby dropped already?