I'm A Fashionista And I'm OK

Just ran across these Madison Ave. photos, which I'd buried on a hard drive somewhere, from a trip to NYC a few years back. Ava was about 3.5 at the time, and did not yet share my fashion passion. Since "training is going according to plan, Maahhster," she now does.

As for the Angel Sanchez gown I was trying to get a shot of, rather than Little Miss Highly Annoyed, I'd about sold an egg or two for that thing. I still dream about it.