Day 18: I think that it was this shirt that cemented my love for voile. Now if only I knew how to actually pronounce it.
Day 19: We meet again, ridiculously bright Renfew. You're an oldie but a goodie.
Day 20: Hello again, self-drafted tee. It's lovely to see you again. You're so soft and drapey and the most delicious shade of purple (even though you look black in this picture). Let's be friends forever.
Day 21: Back to this tank, although this time with a wool sweater thrown on top because it's decidedly rainy and chilly around here lately. Brrrr.
Day 22: All dressed up for court - or as my child likes to tell me, "Mama, you look like a man today." Although I'm pretty sure that a man wouldn't wear this me-made shirt. But I guess he could if he really wanted to. I mean, who doesn't love a shirt with flowers all over it?
Day 23: Say it with me - Tova! Tova! Tova! (Get it? You're supposed to chant it like "Toga! Toga!" No? I'm the only one who thinks that's hilarious. Well fine then.)