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This morning Maggie asked me a very serious question. “Mama, do you know how I put this outfit together?” I was in the middle of brushing my teeth, and glanced at her with a foamy mouth.  “Tell me, ” I replied. First she pointed to her leggings.   “Puppies…” she declared. Next she pointed to her flowered skirt.  “Playing in the garden…” Lastly, she pointed … Continue reading Fashionista