Busted out the jeans today for the kids. Ellie rocked a pair of skinnies (I stand by my earlier assertions that those things are made for 5 year olds--she looked fabulous) and a fancy pants tunic she got from the Glovers. Harry fratted out in his whiskered blues and checked button down--monogrammed, of course.
After confirmation from my little sis that it was perfectly appropriate, I threw on the Frye boots. Gawd how I have missed you, my precious. I know it's going to be 90 degrees next week, but I don't care. The seasons are in: birds, boots, bourbon and ball (of the non-European foot variety).
Speaking of non-European football, for your viewing pleasure:
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