I had to go against my strong beliefs just three months after Avery was born when a server at Bravo’s first asked me, “how old is your little boy”? Little boy! Was it because Avery was wearing dark brown pants and a blue shirt? Did she not notice they were capri's with a bow at the ankle or the tiny ruffles around her neckline? At that point, I broke down and bought pink. But this past week, I conceded again. This time by going against my most hated fashion blunder: inter-matching all the various shades of pink as if it they were truly one universal color (like black). Yes, Avery fell victim to cotton candy shoes, fuchsia socks, magenta sleeves and a multi-stripe jacket, that included shocking, thulian, ultra and rose. Ouch!
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