Wear a dress to work

Guess what! I did number eighteen on my 30 while I’m 30 bucket list:

18.) wear a dress to work. I did it and it was completely normal. 

Is it wrong to be impressed with myself? 

Here is the day I had enough courage to wear a dress to work and I had to document it: 

wear a dress day

It kind of looks more like a tunic in this picture but it is this jersey knit swing dress from Old Navy. They had them on sale for $10 the other day. I bought three in different colors because I thought they are casual enough to wear to work. 

I’m sure I have worn a dress one or two other times for work presentations but never all day long and never out in the field and never as a regular part of my wardrobe. Now I didn’t go wrestle any pigs or anything in this dress but I did do a chick inspection this day and I don’t think anyone thought anything of it. 

Because I wore bibs over it- you guys, this whole time I’ve been afraid of wear fancy clothes to work I forgot that I wear coveralls 98% of the time. Hahahahahha. 

So yes, I am someone who can successfully wear a dress to work and I feel all sophisticated. Like something normal women do. 

I totally packed extra clothes in my truck just incase because #fieldworkgetsmessy but otherwise it was not even a thing. No one even said anything.

 I did it again the next week: 

wear a dress to work

And I think ‘wear a dress to work’ is going to be my new thing let’s be real, it’s just like pajamas but acceptable. I feel like a just learned a thing. Like this is what grown-ups do. 


Also, stay tuned because I’ve been inspired to start a capsule wardrobe and I think it’s going to change my life. Lots more dresses for sure.

Here’s the Thing: Why I Blog (even when I don’t blog)

Oh hi there! Long time no blog.

Do you know the number one rule of blogging?
#1 rule of blogging: never blog about how you never blog anymore.
Actually that must be #2, the #1 rule of blogging is: be consistent.

 Good thing my word for 2017 is consistency. Holler. 

But here’s the thing. On my list of things to be consistent about (and it’s a long one) blogging is last. Straight up last. And it has to be. Or I would get nothing done.


Awkward right? Why have this blog if I feel like I never blog?

This has been heavy on my heart lately because the other day I was taking a picture of something, I believe it was pancakes or I might have been recording a video for youtube (I know, right?) either way when Tom asked why I was taking so many pictures and I said “for the blog”,  he said:

“I don’t have time for your ego right now.”

As in my husband’s interpretation of why I document every thing in our lives is that it’s all about me. I’m so cool, look at me, me, me me.

It made me want to shut down this blog, quit my YouTube channel, cancel snapchat and become a Mennonite wife (more on the later). Because what if Tom is right? What if this whole thing is just selfish pride? Documenting life? Very egotistical right?


I had to think about it. And here’s the thing. The first time I hit publish on a ‘blog post’, wayy back in 2007, I didn’t do it because I was full of myself. I was TERRIFIED of writing on the internet. MORTIFIED at the thought that someone ccould read what I wrote and- they could comment?!

But I kept writing and not (dear husband) because I am egotistical. But because life is too funny and sweet not to write about it all. All of it. I have asked God to search me of selfish pride about blogging/documenting our life and oh boy, there was some. I was full of pride when I taught myself to code the backend of this blog. I was full of pride when this blog got 10,000 views. And I do a thing where I re-read posts that were especially satisfying to write- as confirmation, that yeah that was a good one. But I don’t write, I don’t blog because I am full of myself.

Here’s the thing:
I blog because….
I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.” -Flannery O’Connor

Even though this chapter of motherhood/working/blogging/living ends up being lot less about blogging- that is why I blog, to sort out all of the things. All of the precious, sweet, funny things. Like pancakes and a husband who has no idea why you blog.

Let me know if you get it. Or don’t but I just felt like I had to, you know, blog about it.
I do want to promise to blog more but I’m not going to because you know, life BUT I hope to blog more especially since I just blogged about why I blog (even when I don’t blog).