I decided that after the previous day's butchered execution of the argyle sweater I dearly love, I had to give it a chance for redemption. The result is me looking like I just stepped out of Candyland. (Which I used to hate playing as a child. Then again I was more of a chess, Transformers, and skirt-with-suspenders kind of kid.)
THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY, NO?
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