L-A: Natal Day is kind of a fake holiday. I mean, in some places they can’t even bother to name the holiday. It’s just Civic Holiday. Wheeee! Civic Holiday! But some provinces and cities try to be creative. Like British Columbia Day. Or Alberta Day. Clearly a stretch. But who cares what you call it, so long as you call it a day off work.
In Halifax we call it Natal Day. I always thought this had something to do with the Navy or being Nautical. Nautical Day would be awesome. It has nothing to do do with either. It’s the city’s “birthday” (I guess natal has something to do with birthing) and we celebrate [with] things like fireworks and beer. I’m pretty sure the whole thing is made up, but like I said, it’s a day off and that only means one thing: Madonnatime!
My husband claims that song sucks. I claim he sucks.
The holiday also means this post is phoned in. But that may have something to do with sustaining a soft tissue injury when I threw myself off the curb on Thursday (i.e. I’m not really into typing with sore right wrist).
Because it is Monday, I’m going to talk shoes for half a minute. This fall, I am determined to rock these shoes:
Ally: I have nothing to add other than that I am spending the Natal day eve watching Big Brother 12. I’m not proud of myself. I tell myself I’m doing research on What Not to Wear for the blog. Seriously, Rachel?
I think even L-A would agree that leggings could qualify as pants for you. Anything, anything would be better.
Leggings as a shirt even. For realsies!
Trash TV makes me feel better about myself and my current outfit of pigtails (due to not showering today…due to cranky baby wanting “mom-ma” at all times), sports bra, white maternity t-shirt from Old Navy (in fairness, it’s perfectly oversized à la Nicole Richie’s white shirts) and beat up jean shorts.