When I was 10:
I told my grandma that i need to improvise an outfit for this tuesday that counts as “professional” since i have to present my senior portfolio to a panel of judges as well as give a speech. (GAH.)
I’ve worn a few articles of clothing from her closet without any anguish, however this time around….
All the shoulder padded glory from her teen-hood have migrated into her bedroom and i’m the supposed ‘model.’ What have i gotten myself into?