Time to stop. Seriously, like we even go out enough to wear this stuff. So either we stop torturing ourselves with these things or we start going out a LOT more. You have three babies and I am just naturally tired. Going out more ain't gonna happen. Let alone going out where the cool kids go. I don't think the things we're snatching up would play at the grocery store.
So, e plurbus unum et al, here is the pact we need to sign. And DO NOT try and get out of it because I am pretty sure it's legally binding with all the "contracty" sounding words:
"We the undersigned heretofore whence thou do pledge to stop buying things that we do not need forthwith no matter how cool it is indemnify and hold harmless, etc."
You forgot "Veni Vidi Vici, La Dolce Vita," and a few more Latin sounding terms.
I don't know about YOU, but the bebes and I LIKE to sit around the house in our matching sequin flames jackets. I suppose you could always wear yours to the BEST, most fabulous, most expensive gym ever that you belong to. In fact, perhaps wearing a sequin flames jacket in Bikrim Yoga might help you sweat out those toxins (aka Mad Dog 20/20) that you have been trying to get rid of.
Love and Kisses,