Abridge To Brooklyn

You’ve heard me whining about how hot it is in Hawaii.

Nod head yes.

One of my complaints has been that most clothing I have needs some sort of extra coverage somewhere. I am not just talking about modesty here. Who wants to see the deep depths of my armpits? No one.

So layering happened. Everyone thought layering was the greatest. I bought into it and bought all kinds of “layering” shirts and we lived happily ever after.

Until I realized that wearing a shirt, on top of a bra, on top of…..dedicates….just so that I could wear a shirt was dumb.

Enter these:

That I found here:

I was so excited about them I wrote a little comment on their website, and the owner actually emailed me back.

So yeah, I don’t do advertising here because advertisers prefer to advertise somewhere where the blogger can spell.

But I am someone who is a total pushover for good customer service. So here I go. I am going to go buy some of these shirts, and then, I am going to recommend them to you.

Because my pregnant belly is claustrophobic.

See, the turkey timer say's "I'm done!" This belly wants out!

Because I am tired of looking like Gus Gus when my “layering” shirts get all riled up and start wrestling each other until this happens:

uhhhh gus gus

Because these are going to make nursing easier, when that time comes.

Which reminds me of a funny story when I wore a turtle neck dress to church. In the middle of a meeting I slipped out to the very busy nursing room only to awkwardly discover I would have to lift my WHOLE DRESS to make lunch time happen. I ended up in the bathroom stall half naked, balancing a newborn, wishing that nursery kids would stop peeking through the cracks in the door.

Because I am going to pretend my abs look like this when I wear them.

This is me...probably, three weeks after baby. (Chuckle chuckle).