Although she has never particpated in the planning or subsequent care of the rose garden in the front of house, she claimed it as her own. Ever since she was old enough to articulate it, when she sees something beautiful, she declares it her her’s. Sometimes its my shoes, sometimes its the change that GM leaves around the house, but always, its pretty and often shiney. Kind of like the extremely inappropriate for Patagonia party dress that she is sporting in the above photo. The glasses are a borrowed accessory from me.