My poor twins. They look like ragamuffins most of the time. Fortunately, 3-year-olds don't care too much about appearances, and my daughters dance obliviously and happily around the living room in their mismatched hand-me-downs, uncombed hair full of static and waving wildly about their little heads.
I recently ran into Costco to grab a barrel of dog food and a vat of mayonnaise. As you may know, the center section of the warehouse contains a dozen or more tables piled high with folded clothes. You've got your jeans. And your soft fleece bathrobes. Then there are your cardigans. And your faux leather jackets. Don't get me started on the capri-style yoga pants. One table caught my eye, because it held brightly-colored toddler outfits. I moved closer. My vision wavered. For a second, I thought I saw a plaquard with Hannah Andersson printed on it. Oh, angels in Heaven. I did see Hannah Andersson . . . and underneath it . . . $13.
These brand-new dresses normally cost $38.
Dinner last night: salmon patties with creamed peas, green salad