My little sister Lindsay claims to have been scarred emotionally by our mother relentlessly dressing her in stripes when she was a kiddo. Apparently second graders can be cruel. I say, what's a little long-term emotional damage for a kid compared to some short-term pleasure for a mom? But stripes aren't my thing. Purple has been my thing for as long as I can remember. And so, we have - ta dah! -
The Amazing Purple Girl!
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Yes, that's poor Frances in metallic purple shoes, lilac pants, multi-purple jacket and magenta hat, all because I like purple. Let the emotional scarring begin!
But isn't she cute in all her purpleness. :)
ReplyDeleteFrances, it's the scars that make us interesting. Keep on with the stripes. --Uncle Josh
ReplyDeleteLove it! Just toss on a purple tutu (come on you have to have one in your collection) and the scarring will be complete!
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