This completely made my eyes leak, this had never happened ever, I believe they call it crying…all I know is when I read it my face got wet, and after I freaked out and ran to a mirror I discovered it was coming from my eyes, I honestly thought I’d pissed my face, so I phoned Health Line, and the lovely nurse lady person on the other end explained the crying to me…freaked me right the hell out for a bit though….pheww, crying, ok!
Not since Lohanthony have I got so excited about some toddler-in-tiara out-sassing this old queen:
My son cries as if he’s been assaulted when he gets a small splinter or scrapes his knee playing outside, but if he gets poked or scratched by pins while draping and sewing he doesn’t bat an eye.
..ok THAT is ferocious !!
C.J. is some sort of runway ready sassy baby, who is putting a grandma to good use making her pin and sew for his Lagerfeld drapery demands; better than leaving her at the kitchen table with a puzzle book and her hemorrhoid pillow.
Some of the fabric C.J. selected because “it’s shiny and sassy and drapey.”
This ribbon reminded C.J. of fairies and fairy tales and Barbie…C.J. and Nana started with Mock Smock fabric…C.J. paired it with pink glitter spandex leggings.
Bam!! Fashion Babies !!
You can read all about C.J.s cross-generational sweatshop of glamour over at Queerty’s ‘Raising My Rainbow’, where GLAM AND GRAN converge to make fashion dreams a “sassy drapey” reality.