I walked into Gap the other day with my sister and stopped dead in my tracks.
There, on an impossibly slim mannequin, was the horror of my youth, the fashion faux pas of my teenage years, the cringe-worthy statement in my junior high and high school pictures:
(Let's not even talk about the insanely revealing and scanty dresses geared towards 16-18 year-olds. That's a whole other blog post. I'm just hoping granny dresses are in style when Elizabeth is old enough for prom. And if they're not, I'm going to make her a trend setter.)
Oh! That's right...I had a baby.
5 hours ago