Summer Vaca.

It's Summer Vacation!  I decided to be a lazy bones and take the week off of blogging.  It wasn't a conscious decision, I mean it was already Thursday night when I decided to make it official.  That's the beauty of your own blog.  You can do whatever the heck you want.

Usually I try to keep the posts coming on weekdays.  Gotta keep those readers satiated with my outfits and mind-blowing thoughts.  I do, honestly, appreciate the blog love from all six of you.  

And I know you hate to miss a beat of what I have been up to, so here's a peek of my week in Insta-style.  I have become a bit obsessed with Instagram.  If you want to follow me I am @molliecheers.  I mean, don't you want to see pics like this:

Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor paid a visit and swapped out all of our door knobs from the original 90's shiny brass we inherited.  Lemme tell ya, what a difference door knobs can make!

Speaking of home improvement:  Our pup, Scout, went to live with a new family in Phoenix, so we invited the nice man from The Carpet Store over to measure.       

I went to CrossFit for my baseline workout.  I did a six minute circuit of the rowing machine, squats, pull-ups, push-ups, and (sound the trumpets!) SIT-UPS!  It has been over seven years since my abdominal muscles were in the right position to even attempt a sit-up.  

***Thank you, Dr. Hurst, for putting Humpty Dumpty back together again. 

Went to Kiddo's last Little League game of the season and closing ceremonies this weekend.  He slept with his trophy.

Baby was doing keg stands the night before and woke up hungover (do I have to tell you I'm kidding?).  I'm not gonna lie, I kind of enjoy when the kids are sick.  It's the only time they will stay in my lap long enough to snuggle.  And I know those days are numbered.

I got caught up on my ironing.  I would like to thank the Kardashians for keeping me company.

Other than my super cute outfits that I didn't cronicle, I pretty much stuck to PJ's.  

God, I love Summer Vaca!

Leopard Print Pajamas, Insomniax
China Glaze "Dance Baby" nail polish

Fragmented.

Cuentos Del Mar tunic, Anthropologie
J Brand Bette jeans, Anthropologie
earrings, Aldo
bag, Aldo
bracelet, Forever 21
kid, Max

My evening (and my sanity) in fragments:

Girls' night out.

Husband home late.

Fix baby's supper.

Three minute shower.

Ask for outfit pics.

Six-year-old photographer.

Baby photo bombing.

Validation from sister about needing time to myself.

Can't find a parking spot.

Eat my weight in chips and table side made salsa.

Margarita.

Laugh with new and old friends.

Sanity restored.

Occupation: Homemaker

Spiraea Shirtdress, Anthropologie
Sweet Zinnia stud earrings, kate spade
Sailor's Knot Hinge bangle, kate spade
Rosaleen, kate spade
Turquoise Kitten Heels, Butter

I hate this question:  "What do you do?"

Answer:  "I'm a stay-at-home mom."  (Insert uncomfortable "Now what do we talk about" silence because apparently by being out of the work-force, I am neither interesting to talk to, nor can I handle any discussion beyond the addition of the newest member of the Wiggles.)  

But, yes, I'm just a Homemaker.  And, yes, I run the sweeper in kitten heels while tending to my dear children and husband.

Now, Darling, fetch me my bon bons?

Orange you glad I didn't say banana?

Nail polish inspiration:
RHOOC

In the words of Vikki Gunvalson, "WOO HOO!"  It's premiere night for the RHOOC!  The original classy bunch of housewives return for a 7th season to promote the excessive use of Botox and their horrendous style.

Speaking of horrendous style, I decided to share my favorite picks from the girls' own fashion lines:

First up, is Alexis Bellino.  She has a wide range of price points, so even the gal on a budget can look like an OC Housewife.  Thanks, Alexis!  Always thinking of the poor.  Just like Jesus.

Disguise your Botox bruises

with this bedazzled trucker hat.

Alexis "Diamond" Trucker Hat, Glitzy Bella

Look, Ma!  No bra!

Paparazzi Love It dress, Alexis Couture

Gretchen Rossi is a Jill of all trades.  She dabbles in make-up, hair care, handbags and Auto-Tune.  She is what I call a true Renaissance women.

You can wear these to playgroup.

GC Celebrity Eyelashes

You know what they say,

"The higher the hair..."

HBL Volumizing Package

Dammit!  I missed my chance to own this clutch.  

I really wanted that GCC medallion to show off.

Del Rey Leather Clutch, Gretchen Christine Collection

She sings like a Greek Siren.

Nothing Without You, Gretchen Rossi
Available on itunes

Want a Love Cuff?  Lynne Curtin Designs offers gaudy overpriced OC jewelry.  I have no words.  Lynne also designs doggie accessories, men's leather goods, and (wait for it)... bedding.  Honestly, no words.

"Cuff your Love..."

The Charity, Lynne Curtin Designs.

Thank goodness Lynne designed a similar 

clutch like Gretchen's (above).

Phew!  That was a close one.

Infinity Clutch, Lynne Curtin Designs

Cheers to another Juvaderm-filled season.  "WOO HOO!"

The First Post

Brandi could wear that dress to playgroup.  But I would accessorize with a bra and undies.

Sigh.  The first post.  Every blog's gotta have one.  Just warning you, this one might be a bit incoherent.  It could be because I am on copious amounts of pain meds from having surgery last week and thought it would fun to start a blog at 9:00pm on a Tuesday night.  But here goes nothing.

I already have a blog.  It's just like all the other "family" blogs out there:  Look how cute my kids are!  Look at all the fun family trips we took!  Look how skinny I got after having a baby!  And even though all of those are quite true (except one), it just felt like such a facade.  Look at me using a 5th grade vocabulary word!

This blog is about the tough questions I face as a gal who refuses to lose her groove.  I may be a PTO volunteer and playgroup leader but that doesn't mean I want to dress the part.  Somebody throw a paper bag over my head if you ever catch me in saggy-bottomed tapered chinos, a schlubby lavender crew neck tee, washed-out hair in a scrunchie and (look away, I'm hideous)... running shoes.  You know, that lady you stood behind at Target today with her kids and forgot all about her and her forgettable look.    

I'm not a stylist.  I don't pretend to be one either.  But I have always liked playing "dress-up."  And I love to shop.  It's my vice.  We all have one.  And we all have that nagging question we ask ourselves while shopping.  Mine is, you guessed it, "Can I wear that to playgroup?"  This blog is my little project I will use to answer this burning question and more.  It's just for fun, and we will see where this goes.  In the meantime, I need to attend to the RHOBH (that's the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills for those of you under that rock).