Fashion misses

This isn't for me because I look great...it's for my poor mother...holy heck at the hair.

I look like a long lost Duggar and don't look happy. This was the last year I had to suffer through an Easter dress that I didn't choose.

This was during the whole flannel phase. I was channeling my inner Angela, thinking a Jordan Catalano would come my way.



In my defense I wasn't able to dress myself yet.
There are no words for this sweater.