I miss fancy pants. I miss chubby little legs with 3 rolls above the knees. My Ava had so many rolls as a baby no one could resist lightly pinching her delightful baby chub. Seriously I had to shoo away old women at the malls. When I laid her down on the changing table I would kiss all those porcine toes over and over until she laughed kicking and screaming for more.
No one in our house wears fancy pants anymore. Sniff. Well, I don't suppose you can count the rolls above my knees since truly no one wants to see 40 year old rolls, let's be honest.
Maybe why that is why these fancy pants complete with their rows of ruffles have me waning nostalgia. These pants are for a photographer client who will use them while she shoots little girls doing what little girls do best.
Oh, but will her little clients be 1/2 as darling as my little ones? I think not.
Ava at 10 months old. Lots of baby chub.
Olivia at 15 months, no chub. She was projecting the baby Twiggy thing. But nonethless, over the top adorable.