turns out, I might have been made for this

This morning, I opened my email to find that my sister had sent me a large compilation of childhood pictures set to disco music. Disco, you ask?

We should all know by now that disco is always appropriate no matter what the occasion. 

So anyway, I watched it. And laughed a lot. But soon recognized a common theme:

a style blogger in the making.
You've GOT to be kidding me, right?

Wrong. I am not kidding.

Observe my friends. The freak blogging prodigy blossoming at a tender age.

I give you: The POSE

And ... The POSE refined. Notice the toe pointage continues.

Powerful stuff here.

Ah. The intelligence. The mystery. The fake glasses.

It's a difficult thing to reach absolute styling perfection as a child.

Never being able to successfully one-up yourself ...

tragic really.

Even from the beginning I recognized the power of an absolutely identical matching purse.

The unmatched completeness it gives to an outfit is really just moving.

And finally.

I give you ... THE SHOES.

My sister's obvious jealousy says it all.