There comes a time in every little persons life when they learn to write the first letter of their name. It’s a magical day. It is also usually the day they end up writing it on the kitchen wall and their mom nearly kills them. I assume. Not that I ever did that. Ever. Promise…
As soon as I was able to write an M I fell in love. It was my M. I wanted it on everything, I wanted to practice writing it. I got M stickers and I stuck them on everything. Most kids grow out of this. Unfortunately- I never did. Call it Laverne and Shirley syndrome, call it narcissism, call it whatever you want. I own it. I have M’s around my house, I have an M on my Christmas stocking, I have a diamond M necklace and when I saw this M sweater at Old Navy for next to nothing I knew I had to have it as well.
The first time out of the closet I had to dress up a bit so I paired it with this fabulous (FABULOUS) gray leopard print skirt. However, I think it was meant to be layered over a plaid shirt and boyfriend jeans or even a cute pair of cut off shorts. We will see where the sweater takes me.
See you later alligators.