Brrring! I blink my eyes and fumble around for my alarm clock. Seven in the morning is waaaaaaay to early for me to function.
I head over to my closet and select a cute outfit.
I pick out a cute pink shirt, a gray skirt, and pink leggings. Perfect!
I can totally rock pink.
After completing my morning beauty routine, I head to the living room to check my email before breakfast.
“Morning, Crys!” Lindsey sings. I turn aroun and my mouth falls open.
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.
“Lindsey,” I gasp. “What are you WEARING???”
“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.”
Lindsey leaves me spechless and wondering what else is in the back of her closet when she leaves to let her dog outside.
I return to my email, but I’m not left alone for long. McKenna and Emily tromp through the living room wearing . . .
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.
“Girls?” I say, trying to remain calm. “What are you wearing?”
“Oh, just some stylish outfits we rustled up. You’re not the only one with fashion sense in the family, Crystal.”
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.
The color drains out of my face. “Grace?”
“I hope you’re going to change,” I say slowly.
Grace frowns. “Why would I?”
“Well, what you’re wearing is not exactly . . . fashionable,” I explain.
Grace has on an old dress of our grandma’s over Morgan’s riding pants . . . which are inside-out.
Grace looks as me like I’m crazy. “Sure it is.”
I close my eyes tightly, hoping Molly and Morgan enter wearing reasonable clothing.
No such luck.
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.
“OH MY WORD,” I shriek. “WHAT ON EARTH ARE THOSE????????????”
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.
I wake up panting. Oh my goodness. It was all a dream.
I get dressed and head for the living room. “Hey, Molly,” I say.
“Um, Molly,” I begin. “You aren’t planning on wearing a trash bag today, are you?”
Molly looks at me like I’m completely out of my mind. “Noooooo . . .”
“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-