From Louis V to saving the trees, my under-construction minimalism journey was primarily inspired by a tiny human that has pooped on me and made my nipples bleed. Not made about it, either.
While yoga pants and my husband's college shirts are deluxe, they don't transition well to work (or weekend shenanigans) well. Here's to finding realistic balance between your slob self and hot self, mamas!
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