Blog a la Cart

Note: She’s wearing all clothing from my childhood. My brother’s red leather shoes, and “clown suit” or “hammer pants” (the jury’s still out on that one, although they are fairly synonymous). And my sailboat vest.

The wicked high pony is courtesy of a one James Cart. And there is no other way to describe it other than “wicked.”

I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything cuter or more ridiculous in my life. We’re all dead from cute. In fact, I’m writing from the afterlife.