I convinced Carolyn to participate in a photo shoot with one of the skirts I've made.
At least for two pictures worth (and even then, she didn't want to sit where I wanted her to).
Then, she thought it would be a good idea if she was up on the stool and I was on the floor and she was telling me what to do.
I've been madly trying to find little t-shirts that will match the skirts.
I thought I had until I put this one on her - obviously the wrong shade of brown.
Plus, it's too big AND it's kind of an Uncle Guido shirt.
If she had chest hair hanging out the top of it and a thick gold chain, she'd totally be a qualified member of the mafia.
At least Husband got her to smile...