So Carol over at She Lives tagged me for a meme about my dogs and made the comment that I would be like who is she and why is she tagging me. Are you kidding? Carol is the reason that I have been able to sleep until 7 a.m. for several mornings because after reading this post, she suggested a little trick called bribery. And y’all it works 90% of the time. To show my appreciation I will tell you five things about my dog Scout (we actually have 2 dogs, but Scout is by far the weirdest so there’s a lot more material). Scout is the one with the darker coat and dark face. I would tell you that he’s on the left or right but I don’t really know my left from my right without thinking about it really hard and I’m not that committed.
1. If he is inside he will watch T.V. for hours. In fact, when he was a puppy he broke our VCR because a dog came on T.V. and he jumped up to attack the T.V. and slammed our VCR into the back of the armoire.
2. We had him for 2 weeks when we discovered that he had a hole in his heart and wouldn’t live for more than a year without surgery. The surgery couldn’t be done in town, so we drove him to College Station (home of the fightin’ Texas Aggie vet school) to have the procedure done. I will not embarrass myself by revealing how much the surgery cost, but sufficed to say Scout has met his healthcare deductible.
3. He is the only dog I’ve ever seen that will lick a beef rib like maybe he’s not sure that he wants it.
4. He weighs over 50 lbs but if you call him he will hurl himself off the ground and into your arms. He has knocked me over on more than one occasion.
5. P. is the pooper scooper at our house and he swears that anytime he’s picking up poop, Scout will walk right next to him and poop a fresh one. This could be one of the reasons P. doesn’t really claim him and says he’s my dog.
I’m supposed to tag 5 people but with apologies to Carol, I am drawing a blank. If you have a dog (or a cat since we’re all about equal opportunity here at Big Mama’s), feel free to consider yourself tagged.
I started this blog back in July and when blogger asked for a name I sat and thought, and thought, and then thought some more. The name that kept coming to mind was Big Mama and I kept thinking, do I really want to be known as Big Mama? And obviously Motherhood has worn me down because the answer was yes.
With each milestone that Caroline achieves we tell her what a big girl she is, so at some point she picked up that being “big” must be the highest compliment one can receive. So she started calling me “Big Mama”. As in “Come on Big Mama”, “What’s for dinner, Big Mama?”, “Tank you, Big Mama” and it cracked me up every time because here’s a little secret…I’m really not big.
The other part of the story is that my Pa-Pa always called me “Big M.”. When I’d walk in the house, the first thing out of his mouth was always a loud “Big M.!” so I have been called “Big” by two people that I dearly love. I like to think that Caroline is carrying on a family tradition and I will honor it by letting myself be known as Big Mama…and did I mention that I’m really not big?
My dear readers, I received this email today and since I do like to keep my readers happy I will do my best to fulfill this request.
Dear Big Mama,
Can you please help some of us lesser fashionistas through this season’s
scary fashions on your blog? I know you write what comes to you, but I am
totally distressed by my August issue of InStyle. I believe you have already
covered the skinny jean. But no one else seems bothered by the resurgence of
the suspender, the jeans tucked into boots, the mini mini dresses, or the
pencil skirt. I am totally bothered by these fashions and have found myself
so overwrought I am needing direction. I am betting so do many other of your
PS – Consider this your first, “From our readers”
Let me first say how excited I was to get an email from a faithful reader, especially one that I had just gotten off the phone with not 10 minutes before I received this request.
Now before y’all get all excited about getting some fall fashion tips from me (apparently I’m a “greater” fashionista) let me tell you what qualifies me to give fashion advice…not necessarily anything. However, for most of my life I have been known to meticulously plan out my outfit for any given occasion. All of my college girlfriends will tell you that my first question upon learning of any event is “What am I going to wear?” I promise that if the White House called tomorrow to tell me that I had been elected President of the United States, my first thought would be “Oh my good gracious, what on earth will I wear to the inaugural ball?” I will not argue with you if you are now questioning my depth as a human being.
First and foremost, I will refer you to my friend Boomama who did a brilliant job of detailing her fear of this 80′s fashion resurgence. Boomama knows that anyone who lived through the 80′s will not be quick to jump back into that train wreck.
So without further ado, I hope to shed a little light, insight and wisdom into this perilous fashion landscape.
As Moms (which I’m assuming most of us are) the best thing you can do for yourself is to get yourself a good stylish pair of jeans. DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT purchase any pair of jeans with a waistband that is above your belly button. You don’t have to be Britney Spears and have it all hanging out, but give your figure a fighting chance and create a longer line with a lower waist.
Now y’all know I’m not going to recommend the skinny leg because I like all of you very much. What I will suggest is maybe a smaller bootcut or even a straight leg jean with a little bit of stretch. I bought a pair of 7 jeans last spring and while they were pricey they were worth every penny. I’ll give you a money saving tip if you want some pricier jeans, go try them on at the department stores or trendy boutiques, figure out your size and look for them on Ebay. Ebay will be your best friend if you’re trying to save some money.
If you want an up to the minute look to wear with your great jeans, you can’t go wrong with a feminine frilly blouse. That’s right, I just said blouse for lack of a better term. A silk type blouse with some ruffles or lace detail is perfect with jeans for a night out. And Clinton and Stacy know what they’re talking about when they suggest a structured jacket. It’s a great look with jeans and looks great on everyone.
For those of us in our 30′s, I think that it’s important to know when to say when. I personally wore miniskirts with leggings twenty years ago and won’t be going back. However, I do think a pair of leggings with a pretty knit tunic type top and some flats would be a nice, practical outfit. Do not think that when I say flats I’m talking about those hideous faux leather things that we all wore (y’all know you did). I’m thinking of a fun leopard print or something with some cute details.
If you’re looking for a new bag, think soft and unstructured (kind of like this post). A metallic one or a really pretty brown would be super trendy and I’ll tell you the great thing about this season’s bags, you can get one at Target that looks the same as one you can buy at Neimans (sorry Hite, but it’s true). They are unidentifiable, no logos or name brands to worry about.
For great pieces to update your wardrobe, Target is the place to go. Target is to the year 2006, what Contempo Casuals (how about it Birthday Club?) was to 1987. You can find fun, trendy things including cute jeans, tops, structured jackets and shoes at low, low prices.
As far as the suspenders that were mentioned in the email…unless pregnancy was kinder to y’all than it was to me, I’m thinking that suspenders just don’t really work anymore. Leave them at the store with the micro minis.
A few more tips (I know, it’s like manna from heaven) red accessories are totally in right now and charcoal gray is the new black. Black is also the new black, so see you have options.
Just remember, you can wear jeans tucked into your boots if it looks good on you. You can wear a miniskirt (just not too short and preferably with opaque tights which are also very in this season) if you feel comfortable, or you can say to heck with it and wear big sweatshirts and yoga pants everyday. That’s the beauty of living through these fashions for the second time, we can take what we want and leave the rest. It’s the wisdom that comes from no longer being in your teens and early twenties. We are free from the peer pressure to encase ourselves in anything that has acid in the name and we can sleep peacefully without the crunching of crispy, Aquanet bangs on our pillow.
Last night was Caroline’s big debut at Cat and Dave’s wedding. A ham is born. She strolled down that aisle only taking time to turn so that she could make sure everyone was admiring her. I don’t know where that comes from.
The two ringbearers walked straight to their mamas, but oh no not Caroline. She went right up and stood with the bridesmaids until it was time for her to come sit with me. She knew that candy awaited so the minute she sat down a feeding frenzy of marshmallows, lifesaver gummies, and M&M’s began. It was our version of the Holy Trinity for the 25 minutes the service lasted.
Her daddy was performing the ceremony, so all I could think about was how embarrassing it would be if she got too loud and I had to take the walk of shame down the longest center aisle known to man to get us out of there. But our sugar fueled bribe worked perfectly and I got to enjoy the whole service. P. did a great job and I’m not even being biased.
After the ceremony, they took pictures and Caroline announced that she was “a little bit TI-Red” but we headed off to the reception. She thought it was a great party, even though they didn’t have a pinata. It was an outside reception and other than the heat (good gracious, the heat) it was beautiful! There were twinkle lights everywhere and it looked like a fairytale.
We danced for awhile, but inevitably our little flower girl started to wilt. Mimi and Bops tried to get her to come to their house, but at that point she was beyond overtired and overstimulated. So, P. and I brought her home and got her to bed about 11:15 and didn’t hear a peep out of her until 6:15 this morning when she decided she was up for the day. Can you say the law of diminishing returns?
Bops told her at the end of the night what a good job she did and said “I could just eat you up!” and she told him “Bops, you don’t eat kids, just food.” But seriously, isn’t she so sweet that you could sop her up with a biscuit?