Upon finally packing up everything from my parents house (we’re a family of hoarders, I know. But we’re endearing about it) I found the fur coat my Great-grandmother made me. Age: toddler-esque. Vintage baby.
It’s giving me that I-want-to-have-babies-now instinct. Resist, resist, resist. Also, I realize I make that face everything I present an object to you people, just deal with it.