Procrastination takes me down some pretty interesting paths. Last night when I was packing up our stuff, I suddenly thought, "I wonder if I have the body of a two year old?' And it turns out, I do. Here's some proof.
A shirred dress on Maia:
And on me as a top:
And as a skirt (please ignore the sassy pose, I don't know what came over me):
A pillowcase dress on Maia:
A pillowcase dress on me:
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I should wear Maia's clothes. Only that I can.