I guess I can see that.
My sister Alexis and I are only 19 months apart in age. (My brother and sister are only 15 months; yes, my mother was a brave soul.)
We did everything together growing up. We were completely and totally addicted to Barbies. We made up songs and dances and had our mother videotape them. We learned how to Rollerblade down my grandparents driveway. We created games to play on our trampoline. But as much as we looked and acted alike, we definitely did not appreciate being dressed like twins. Something our poor mother never understood, even from the get-go.
My sister is one month old in this picture. We already have matching outfits on.
The next Christmas...
And the Christmas after that. Lest you start to think we only were dressed alike at Christmas, take a gander at this...
Okay, so the hats are kind of cute. And I did always love ruffles on my socks.
I'm not sure why Lex looks so scared in this picture. Maybe it's the fear she will forever be relegated my hand-me-downs, thus essentially owning two of every single outfit in her closet.
She had good reason to be afraid.
I went to a wedding this weekend and saw the children of a woman I went to school with. She has two adorable little girls and they were dressed in matching outfits. I thought "how cute!" and then the next day I found these pictures. Oh, the irony of life.
This was taken during our "dance class." Don't ask me about the crimped hair. What do you expect for 1993?
At our cousin's wedding last March. No, we didn't plan this.
My sister and me on my wedding day. In non-matching outfits.