My Caroline Joy. She’s ten and straddling the divide between girl and pre adolescent. So, yeah, I’ll admit it . . . I’m feeding the girl part, while taking the opportunity to speak about the art of being a true blue girlfriend. Caroline’s got a good bunch surrounding her, like I’ve got a good bunch surrounding me. Mine? Jenn, who came to do makeup for fourteen, Noel, who did hair for the same bevy, and my sis, Nancy who lent us racks of fru-fru costumes. Oh, wait, and my mom, who provided the venue, and my grandmas who provided a whole arsenal of vintage jewelry, hand held mirrors, and ribbon . . . well, if you know me, my list of people to be grateful for goes on and on.
But Caroline, my Caroline. . . yeah, I want her on my roster:)