Black and Gray. Gray and Black.

I love having four kids. Love. It.

But I also love when daddy takes the kids to a movie and mama gets to spend the evening on the couch with a bowl of taco soup and a chick-flick. It's nice to miss them sometimes. :)

I have some other things to confess.

I have a ruffle obsession. I had almost beaten it and renounced ruffles completley but then I walked into a store a few weeks ago and realized that the ruffle is alive and well. They should be embraced. They should be bought in every color.

Except my other obsession is black. I can't resist it. Sometimes I resist and buy gray. A lot of black and gray. And black and gray ruffles. Or a ruffly something over black or gray something.

Also feel the need to confess that I have been driving around with a pair of black heels in my car, waiting to be returned because I have ten pairs of black heels. But I remembered today that I love those shoes and they would be perfect with the gray dress I bought to wear to a wedding this weekend. I was ever so thankful I had yet to return them.

But guess what? The dress might be gray but it is more lacy then ruffley. Branching out!