What I Wore Sunday: Worth a Thousand Words

by Shannon

(Editor's note: As promised, a couple posts happened this week. One was a DIY lesson on dying playsilks, inspired by Michele's WIWS last week, at My Domestic Monastery. The other was "Balancing the Fashion Equation," something that's been floating in my brain for a while. This week, I think I'll post more on our the Easter prep traditions we've taken on since Cruncher was born. We look forward to sharing!)

I'm feeling a bit exhausted, so excuse me for being short on words and long on pictures today.

The Return of the Prodigal Son, Rembrandt, c. 1661-1669

Prodigal Son takeaway: Laetare Sunday is about rejoicing and reconciliation. It's a nice break during Lent for us to sit back, review how the season has gone, and make adjustments for the remainder of the weeks ahead. If you're anything like me, it's also a time to make your list of things to do: cleaning, Easter basket shopping, Easter outfit details, making family plans, etc. Time to kick it into gear!

Fish Eaters says that on Laetare Sunday:

The old practice of visiting the cathedral, or "mother church" of the diocese on this day is another reason for the name. In England, natural mothers are honored today, too, in a manner rather like the American "Mother's Day." Spring bulb flowers (daffodils, for ex.) are given to mothers, and simnel cake is made to celebrate the occasion (this cake has also become an Easter Cake of late, however). The word "simnel" comes from the Latin "simila," a high grade flour. 

Fascinating! Maybe next year, we can adjust our domestic church's traditions to include today as a Mother's Day of sorts.

And here's where I get long on pictures and short on words. A few repeats in this week's Mass outfit:

Deets: 
Love knot earrings: Victoria Townsend, Macys
Riding blazer: Target
Victorian brooch: Target
Chambray dress: Old Navy
Patchwork bag: Fossil, TJ Maxx
Heeled oxfords: Gianni Bini, Dillards (The history in these shoes: bought with my first paycheck at my job after college, where I've been nearly eight years. Gettin' old, peeps.)

Now for the weekend, spent with my parents, pictured in reverse order:

Crocus: The First Sign of Spring

Frozen-yogurt time and a visit with Aunt Linda.

I wish this were every day.

Like mother, like daughter.

Ryan working the lens. Maybe overkill. 

Backdrop: New location for Why Louisville store. Why Louisville, you ask? Visit to find out.

Espresso, pretty fleur, beer.

Quaint La Grange.

First family playground visit of the year.

On ye to Fine Linen and Purple for more pictures worth a thousand words.