It was early in the morning. We had ten minutes before we had to leave for school. K was very cranky and didn't want to model for me (nor brush her hair, as you'll see). I had to console myself with taking pictures of the stool at first. I think what used to be a fun, once-a-week fashion show was starting to feel like a chore when demanded multiple times a week. But then she grudgingly got on the stool. And then she swiveled... And swiveled... Until she started getting ... Read more