Crystal and The Clothing Catastrophe (A Photostory)

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Brrring! I blink my eyes and fumble around for my alarm clock. Seven in the morning is waaaaaaay to early for me to function.

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I head over to my closet and select a cute outfit.

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I pick out a cute pink shirt, a gray skirt, and pink leggings. Perfect!

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I can totally rock pink.

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After completing my morning beauty routine, I head to the living room to check my email before breakfast.

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“Morning, Crys!” Lindsey sings. I turn aroun and my mouth falls open.

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Lindsey is wearing Molly’s horendous (in her opinion, beautiful) red-white-and-blue tap dancing skirt as a strapless, sleeveless top, and Molly’s dress skirt on the bottom.

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“Lindsey,” I gasp. “What are you WEARING???”

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“Oh, this old thing?” Lindsey replies. “I’m glad you like it. It’s a double-decker skirt. I found it in the back of my closet.”

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Lindsey leaves me spechless and wondering what else is in the back of her closet when she leaves to let her dog outside.

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I return to my email, but I’m not left alone for long. McKenna and Emily tromp through the living room wearing . . .

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Emily is decked out in pink pajama pants and a hot pink skirt. McKenna is sporting a beach towel wrapped around her with one of Grace’s Parisian scarves.

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“Girls?” I say, trying to remain calm. “What are you wearing?”

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“Oh, just some stylish outfits we rustled up. You’re not the only one with fashion sense in the family, Crystal.”

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McKenna and Emily leave and I log onto Kaylyn’s World Blog to check out her new post. As I laugh at Izzy’s antics, Grace walks by me. DSC_0437

The color drains out of my face. “Grace?”

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“Yeah?”

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“I hope you’re going to change,” I say slowly.

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Grace frowns. “Why would I?”

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“Well, what you’re wearing is not exactly . . . fashionable,” I explain.

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Grace has on an old dress of our grandma’s over Morgan’s riding pants . . . which are inside-out.

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Grace looks as me like I’m crazy. “Sure it is.”

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I close my eyes tightly, hoping Molly and Morgan enter wearing reasonable clothing.

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No such luck. DSC_0447

Molly is wearing a Lady Gaga-style trash bag, and Morgan is wearing a dress that would be pretty – if it weren’t paired with yellow-and-green PJ pants.

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“OH MY WORD,” I shriek. “WHAT ON EARTH ARE THOSE????????????”

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Molly and Morgan turn on me. “Are you going to criticize our outfits, Crystal? Because if so, just put a sock in it. We’re tired of your fashion police attitude!” Molly exclaims.

“Yeah! What do you know about fahsion anyway?” Morgan accuses me.

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I wake up panting. Oh my goodness. It was all a dream.

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I get dressed and head for the living room. “Hey, Molly,” I say.

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“Hey, Crystal.”

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“Um, Molly,” I begin. “You aren’t planning on wearing a trash bag today, are you?”

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Molly looks at me like I’m completely out of my mind. “Noooooo . . .”

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“Thank goodness! You will never believe the dream I had last night.”

I hope everyone enjoyed that photostory! I’ve been planning it for a while. Also, sorry about some of the pictures. My camera kept taking them blurry, even though I thought they were clear when I checked. I’ll have to make sure it’s working properly.

There is one contradiction between two of the photos. If you can find it, consider yourself a Little Miss Molly. Nothing gets by her.

Have a great weekend!

-AGs in Alaska-