She has a tenacious tendancy to undress her dolls. It’s no surprise, she comes out of her clothes upon entering the house. There’s a trail of discards leading from the front door to wherever she ends up.
I was in the middle of collecting pesky crumbs from my bedsheets , lecturing her yet again that play dough is only for the kitchen table. Growing aggravated by my failure to get all of the multicolored pieces up, I turned to speed up her ejection from the room. It was then that I saw Tiana’s new wardrobe. And I could no longer be mad. I had to take a picture.
Later, while sitting downstairs, she began work on a second design. And she proudly let me photograph that dress, too. Then, she balled it up and began anew.
Perhaps this is the beginning of something.