All through my childhood my mother was brave enough to let me choose my own clothes.
Now, I have really great bags and some funky shoes. As a general rule, I don't look too crazy at all. Sometimes, I even look quite nice. And I never mix my plaids, spots and stripes. Proof we learn from our mistakes.
6 comments:
Eyes hurting, can't type.
You were pretty damn cute though.
Confession: I think you look adorable.
Next confession: I love it when my daughter picks out her outfits and they totally don't match. I don't know why...I just think it's soooooo cute!
Still am cute, ladies.
(wolf whistle) Nice pic Kris! Your lucky to not have had three sisters that your mother insisted, to be dressed identical. Ah,yes, my photos will never see the blog light of day! He he he!
Oh yes, those great kilts! And I'm jealous...I was NEVER allowed to choose my clothes. And now my daughter is allowed to wear whatever she likes. Sometimes not even within reason!
What a cute little girl you were! (Never mind, we won't comment about the taste in clothes!)
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