Our Beautifully Ordinary Life

We were sorting out her closet in a futile attempt to make room for all the clothes we knew were coming for Christmas when it somehow turned into a mini fashion show.

Although I’m still not quite sure what look she was going for.

Pimp? Heroin chic? Homeless?

Oh heck, what do I know? I’d live in jeans, sweaters, and long sleeve t-shirts (all black, of course) if I could. She could be the next hot thing in Haute Couture what with the leopard pattern (faux, as to not offend PETA), asian inspired silk pants and shoe, and the fleece robe complete with Mickey Mouse ears.

She designed it. My job was to photograph it.

“Take peek-tures, Mama.”  So, I did. With my phone because the camera wasn’t handy.

I think this was the fashion model with attitude pose:

Then we got a close up of the hat and a slightly sweeter and more innocent face:

Wait – there were more models to photograph. She set up the shot just so and commanded me to hurry up.

Then a group shot designed solely, in my opinion, to show that she is clearly the most beautiful supermodel in the whole, wide world.

And then a tiny bit of goofing off with friends to end the long day of hard work.

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