Top: Wet Seal
Skirt (dress): Kohl's
Shoes: Worthington, J. C. Penney's
Bag: Etsy, Glamour Damaged
Belt: Wet Seal
Sunglasses: Candie's, Kohl's
It seems that I still have Brits (and mums!) on the brain. Because this post is about Helen Fielding's Bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries. As you may remember, I saw the movie last fall and (somewhat indignantly) thought that it was a revisionist version of the bittersweet book Mad About the Boy, in which -- spoiler alert -- Darcy (gulp) dies. So, when I saw a pint-sized, hardbound copy of Bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries soon after in Target, I was like, mind blown. And promptly plunked it into my cart.
Baby picks up where Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason left off. Yet instead of enjoying wedded bliss with Mark Darcy, Bridget has been jilted and is going it alone once again. Well, at least until she finds herself back in bed with Mark and old flame Daniel Cleaver in the space of one frenzied weekend. (And no, it wasn't a threesome, as Bridget's own mum horrifically asks.) One menopause scare later, Bridget is forced to acknowledge that the egg and sperm have done their thing and that she is, in fact, with child.
As an expectant mother, Bridget's passion for rationalization reaches new heights -- baby loves cheesy potatoes, so let's have another! -- and with it her endearing appeal. Job woes, uncertain paternity, and a disapproving mum cannot keep her from bubbling over with the proverbial joy. Deeply personal, heartfelt, and, yes, silly, Bridget's daily thoughts, fiascoes, and anxieties are as entertaining as they are therapeutic, making us feel as if our own diaries/blogs are just a launch party away from publication.
In keeping with all this motherly love, I thought that now was as good a time as any to post my Nora Knits Barrette. (I have no idea who Nora is, but it has a nice ring to it.) It features a basket of pink, blue, and white balls of yarn, which means that someone (Nora, who I've since decided is
a recently-dumped obsessive compulsive au pair channeling her frustrations through her knitting needles a kindly, cinnamon-scented grandmother) is busy knitting a baby blanket. The peach barrette, on the other hand, has nothing to do with mommies or babies, except for being -- ahem -- darned cute.
And finally, a warm welcome home to Tammy! True, she had such a good time in the Amazon that she's decided to return to work only part-time. But the good news is that she and Flora the Floor will take turns modeling, keeping things interesting.
As Bridget and friends would say, brilliant!