As soon as I was tall enough (on tippy-toe and with a step-stool) to reach the top drawer of my dresser, you better believe I was picking out my own outfits. I have more vivid memories of my childhood clothing than I do of most of my little playmates. That turquoise blue, embroidered, washed silk pantsuit I insisted on wearing to pre-school picture day? The metallic silver bathing suit cover-up I cried for until my Bubbie bought it for me the summer of kindergarden? The obsession kicked in early. I love passing by kids on the streets of New York who have obviously dressed themselves. It always makes me smile so big. So, imagine my delight when I discovered there is a whole flickr pool dedicated to kids who dressed themselves! Check out the mini-mavens:
I should hire them to dress me.
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