Well I think I’ve reached a new point of desperation because I’m re-considering a family camping trip. When Paul had presented the idea the first couple times, I thought “why be annoyed in nature when I can be annoyed in the comfort of my own home?” And I still stand by that. Camping is not a super engaging activity for Stevie. It’s an experience we have survived, and even have a few fond memories of, but it’s not exactly fun. Now that summer school is wrapped up, and every other activity is canceled, it might be nice just to be somewhere different for two days. And it feels relatively safe. So I think I’ll try to get a GLAMPING deal out of it and see where we end up. Will report back.
outfit notes
These cute wrap sandals have been hanging around my closet for quite a few years now. I purchased them very early on in my “ethical” wardrobe trials. I wouldn’t say they’re in great shape after all this time, but they’re holding together alright. They’re such a slight silhouette that the wear isn’t all that noticeable. And I find that of all the wrap sandals I’ve tried over the years, they are the most comfortable by a mile. The sole is nice and squishy and the laces are soft. They run slightly big, so if you’re a 1/2 size, it’s safe to size down. (I’m normally a 9.5 and I’m wearing the 9.)
allyship notes
I feel like this one needs a trigger warning. I’m not sure why this topic affected me so much — because of my own difficulties breastfeeding? Or perhaps female violence? But, as I have read about Wet Nurse Slaves, there is a lot of sighing and a tightness in my chest. And as I continue to think about it, it just breaks my heart. It’s not new information that slaves were treated horribly, but this sort of took it to another level as a mother. Because these were white women treating Black women with no dignity at all. Running side businesses off of their bodies. We can’t point the finger solely at wealthy white men, because white women have benefited from white supremacy as well, in the darkest of ways.
loves,
jaana