It’s been hard to find the time to blog as all my waking hours have been sucked into the vortex of freelance work. But I somehow felt liberated after reading Brandon Holly’s Editor letter for Lucky (which is odd for a few reasons: I never read Lucky and I rarely read Editor’s letters.)  And since when is she the chief? Anyway, she was saying how she wore sweats and oversized sweaters for years while she “ran a website” and “played with her baby” prior to her running Elle Girl or whatever publication. It sounded a lot like my current life: snuggled up to the lap tap while intermittently playing with the little ones in fuzzy socks and something-with-a-hood-on-it. Last week I found myself caressing a new line of sweats and tees which I randomly spotted at the gym (shhhh….) It’s called Aviator Nation and it’s from the Tom’s guy and his hot surfer sister. I finally feel confident enough to endorse a line of sweats, not just because it is the sickest new loungewear I’ve seen (it crushes Free City) but because I don’t want to pretend to care about what I look like during the day anymore. Sorry for the eye-sore, fellow drop-off moms.