My friend Adelaide knit these gorgeous legwarmers for Willow, and they look stunning and stylish and make me wish I could pull them off like she can.
Look at her. She even knows she's stylin'. My too-short red velour pants in the corner there (covered with drool and possibly leaked poop as well) are one of the three pairs of pants I wear in rotation every day. I am far more interested in dressing Willow than I am in dressing myself.
Today I almost went so far as to brush my hair, but I decided against it. I will consider going to brush my teeth, though.