I recently had the pleasure of getting on a conference call with World Food Program USA and some inspirational women to talk a bit about the organization itself, as well as The Lunch Money Challenge, which starts today and will go through Friday. The point of the challenge is to pack a lunch all week and donate the money you save to World Food Program USA. It only takes twenty-five cents to provide a meal to a child in need, and fifty dollars will feed a child for a whole year.

Visit the World Food Program USA's website and learn more about The Lunch Money Challenge today!

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This post is part of a campaign with The Mission List and World Food Program USA. All opinions are my own.

September came and went and not even one What I Wore post! I got some really cute ModCloth dresses for my birthday and wore them all over Virginia when we were on vacation, but I guess I just wasn't really in a blogging mood and didn't take any photos. I might be able to work a few in before winter comes, but for now it feels like autumn here and the sundresses have mostly made their way to the back of my closet.

It was rainy and cold last Sunday, and putting on jeans and boots was awesome. Until now, I don't think I've ever had a poncho. I also don't think I've ever loved a sweater as much as this new poncho. Here's to cozy fall weekends.

Poncho (in pink): c/o Jigsaw London | Hat: UGG Australia

Purple Tee: J.Crew | Black Tank: Express

Jeans: Miss Me | Watch: Fossil

Bracelets: Spiked bracelet (similar), Express bangle, Yurman knockoff

Boots (similar): J.Crew | Bag: Coach
Nail Color: OPI Yoga-ta Get This Blue

 

  

  

I got out of the shower yesterday and smeared some lotion that I barely ever use over my shoulders and arms. It's that thick body cream that comes in a tub instead of a bottle, and it smells like cake. I bought it at the Bath & Body Works in Tyson's Corner one weekend with Melissa and Whitney when Rob was living there and I was visiting.

It smells like winter to me, that lotion, so once I put it on I crossed my arms over my face and breathed in deeply, remembering the really tall but wobbly air mattress we used to sleep on and the kitchen with barely anything in it that he shared with two other guys. Chilly afternoons with friends and dinners out in DC, loud bars at Halloween and high heels at holiday parties, sad Sunday afternoons filled with naps and extra kisses and four hour drives into the night.

They were days full of friends and full of fun, but they were days that sometimes felt as though they'd never end; like we'd always be separated by our jobs and the cities we lived in.

But now we have this place together, and though it sometimes also feels transitional, there are flowers in vases and all of my books are on a shelf and we share a car and say things like, "What do you want to do for dinner?" because after a day of work, we are together. And I wake up on Sunday mornings with nowhere to go and I put water on the stove for coffee and think, this is our life. And it is so good.