day 146 - fashionista

Ava and I don't always never agree when it comes to clothes. I pick out an outfit for her to wear, she has a fit and picks out something totally different. Every. Single. Morning.

I take her shopping with me and she selects clothes for me to try on, usually picking out the brightest, most hideous thing she can find on the rack.

We couldn't be more different, but this week we agreed on something for once.



The ten year old me would have loved this outfit.

Who am I kidding? The 34-year old me would have bought these boots for myself if they came in a size 6-1/2.