Say hello to my Baby Sis.
What she learns yesterday, during the lounge-around interlude following Thanksgiving dinner, is that even though I can buy great items (accidentally, it appears), I have no idea what to do with them once they are home.
After Baby Sis sifts through my closet, observing one piece after another with the tags still attached, she stops, takes my hand and slaps it.
Actually, this gesture fits nicely with the rest of our champagne giggle-fest.
Within minutes, she whips together four amazing outfits, arranging items in a way I have never imagined.
'Wait, wait, wait...how did you do that?' I ask.
'It's what I do,' she says.
My new stuff now has a purpose in life.
Most exciting? Baby Sis has agreed to do a guest post outlining her own fashion 'do's and don'ts to help those of us who need a little, well...help.
Picture my own, taken yesterday