Thursday, November 11, 2010

little marc

once upon a time i was a nanny for the children of a very wealthy, very professional athlete.  i was just me, showing up for work looking polished, but in ensembles that probably cost me $45 total (you know, an h&m skirt, thrifted vintage blouses and shoes).  i will always remember witnessing the little girl irreparably tear her little marc jacobs dress on a playground merry-go-round, right in front of me.  she wasn't fussed, but i'm pretty sure i had a mini stroke.  let's just pause to appreciate little marc's fall line, and thank our moms for sticking us in affordable and durable osh-kosh.


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