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Piper Joy Interlude: Fashion Show

Here is sweet baby Piper Joy trying on her potential flower girl dresses... and various other items!


Option A: too large, but sooo cute still! also was worn by Nurse Cori in a wedding back in the day...


Option B: A better fit and a bit more chic...

Hilarious new swimsuit I found on sale... my beloved Tom thinks it's too grandma-y.

Flower girl option C suggested by Piper Joy herself

Daddy's hat -  the perfect fashion accessory every time

Comments

  1. ChloeApril 7, 2014 at 8:34 AM

    I can't believe how big she is! She looks like a little girl and not a baby. I need to come visit more often!

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  2. UnknownApril 7, 2014 at 2:05 PM

    Oh Chloe, I definitely agree!!! Come on down any time you like!

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