Growing up, I hated barbies. And dolls. And ruffles, and pink, and sparkles, and most things that were overtly girly-girl. I mean, how could I justify spending time drowning in a sea of lace and choosing little twee outfits for dollies when there were ever so many Babysitters Club books to read!
I continued to view anything pink as abhorrent until I turned 17, and embraced all things pink with reckless sarcasm (sort of). I even had a pair of pink ModRobes hospital pants, which I would sport, with great style, together with a baby-pink tee. Hideous. Bubblegum. Anyway, my point is that I was never one who went for dolls and dress-up. (And obviously went through high school blind to my own reflection, as is evidenced by my tragic love affair with the sarong + hoodie combo that was on regular rotation in my wardrobe in 1995).
And then I found myself mother to a cute baby girl, and now everyday I devote an embarrassingly large proportion of my brain space to ensuring maximum cuteness for my sweet little snowflake.
Here are the results:
As you can see the model had a bit of an attitude at today's shoot.
Better, more pensive, editorial pose.
Seconds before a monumental tail-grab endured by the ever patient Mr. Katz.
Anyway, here are the stats:
Shirt - Tea Collection
Dress - Tea Collection
Tights - Thrifted
Leg Warmers - Baby Gap
Booties - Gifted by my most wonderful older cousins
Frowny Face - Approaching nap-time
Fur - Homemade