a more ridiculous outfit

I know. I know. I can hear Cathryn laughing at me all the way from her computer. It's not my fault, someone handed me a big envelop of money in the middle of Cherry Creek Dance and I just had to indulge in the most ridiculous ballet dress they had. I couldn't be happier with my purchase and neither could Vivienne. I have completely and utterly embraced the potential cuteness that comes from dressing your daughter like a pink puff ball. No one could have predicted my proclivity, but seriously, I'm obsessed. The leg warmers take it over the edge.