As a child, did you ever delve into a family members’ wardrobe and have a full-fledged dress-up session? I’ve heard countless, and might I add, humorous stories from friends about invading the wardrobes of their older siblings. Unfortunately, I don’t get the pleasure of reminiscing over ‘that time my older sister nearly self-imploded upon finding me prancing around in her Dior haute couture from the then-latest spring collection’ because I, ladies and gentlemen, was an only child until the age of twelve. So, who’s wardrobe is a young, curious, and artistically-inclined little girl supposed to raid without an older sister to victimize? Well, as you smart snickerdoodle cookies may have guessed (or read from the title), it was none other than my mother dearest (cue the innocent smile and batting of the lashes). <<click below for full version>>