Fashion Week at the Martin house

Mommy is very concerned that some sort of gene mutation took place in all of us. Even though she was the worst sort of tomboy and has only recently graduated to occasional makeup and drying of the hair, all three of us could be labeled "girly." Prissy, even, on occasion. For example, she cannot understand the purpose of a poncho, much less a pink poncho with fringe. But, I'm sure cute when I have it on, so she guesses it's okay. As long as we make mud pies while wearing pink faux fur.