Who wouldn’t want their kid taking after yours truly?
Well… maybe anyone that has offspring would prefer their child take after Taylor Swift in lieu of me but I digress.
Ever since my niece has graced us with her presence into the world, I just knew she’d be a gal after my own heart. I was especially excited to stuff her into all things sequins and sparkle before she was old enough to speak and tell me no (which would be a bona fide heartbreak!).
Don’t you hate those moms who dress up just like their kids? Me too.
But it’s totally OK when aunts do it, right?
Although I sometimes dress like a sixth grade girl, I have this sneaking suspicion that my love of gaudy attire will shine through Princess B as she grows up.
This past weekend while in Iowa, I was able to teach Princess B all kinds of tricks to accompany those fabulous threads we love to wear. Aside from sharing a love of the most practical attire, we both adore Lay’s potato chips with a hefty dose of AE French Onion dip.
And she’s also picked up my knack of classy eating skills.
I discovered that we share the love of looking at ourselves online via a blog (this blog as a matter of fact, where I feature her almost as much as Ted – DON’T TELL THE BEAR).
Being that I will have finally mastered the art of yoga in 2078, Princess B picked up a few tricks from me.
Princess B has also mastered the art of getting what she wants (or “sharing” as she puts it).
This chick has a knack for noticing the finer things in life…like Louis Vuitton.
We studied sparkly nails, fuchsia lipstick and all the baubles that call my wrist and fingers home.
Now that I knew our clothing, accessory, snack and workout skills were in line, we mastered the art of a selfie (not that I’m an expert after taking 5,390,201 pictures of myself).
But this girl didn’t need me to teach her to love a camera.
I can’t wait to share more fabulously sparkly tips as the years pass by…
Happily, I think I’ve got a serious imitation situation on my hands that I will love for the rest of my days, as it’s the sincerest form of flattery, right?
Sorry, not sorry Dr. Cocktail and Sister CBXB!