Saturday, January 24, 2009
Something about this seems familiar.
Jeans. White cotton turtleneck. Patagonia fleece vest.
My God, if she was wearing Birkenstock clogs and had her hair in a bun, I'd have dressed her exactly like her godmother, circa 1993. Now I just need to take her camping to the Gorge, and stop off at Dana's on the way home.