Clothes are the WORST

I hate getting dressed.  Literally, every morning I stand in front of my closet and gripe to my husband about how that moment is the worst part of my day.   I have no inherent fashion sense and I struggle to simply match clothing.  Without my husband I would have never known that brown and... Continue Reading →

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