sparkly top: Rue 21
blazer: don't remember
skirt: found in the back of mom's closet
Mommy and I found ourselves matching on Sunday. And, nope, we didn't even plan it. Great minds must certainly think alike.
People tell us all the time that we look alike. I can go places and people I don't even know will tell me that I "must be Rhonda's daughter, because you look exactly like her!" Apparently, if I went back in time to her teenage years, we would be mistaken as twins.
And I'd totally be okay with that, because she was stylish then too, and I could steal her clothes.