Is it sad that I am insanely jealous of a twelve year old? Probably.
Maybe it's because when I remember myself at twelve-years old, all I recall are the much-abused pair of Osh Kosh B'Gosh overalls that I wore every single day with my absolute favorite pair of platform Skechers sneakers (you know which ones I'm talking about...) Or perhaps it's because, unlike Kiernan Shipka, instead of being gifted with steel-capped Chanel booties by my grandmother, I was given a book titled Live Alone and Like It (which, in case you were wondering, is just as horrifyingly depressing as it sounds.) Whatever the reasons be, as I cringe remembering the horror of my pre-teen fashion choices and countless nightmares of ending up a crazy old maid, I cannot help but be slightly awed by this incredibly poised, charming gem of a girl.
So I ask you again, is it sad that I am insanely jealous of a twelve year old?
Probably-- unless that twelve year old is Kiernan Shipka.
x Song
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And in case you wanted a further look into the life you wish you had, check out her adorable closet over at The Coveteur:
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