Audrey is really getting in to playing dress-up
and her Grandma
Gilpin is an amazing seamstress.
Thats actually like calling the Pope, sort of religious, but you get the idea. The lady can sew. Grandma
Gilpin whipped up a few
tu-
tus for miss Audrey before her latest visit and they have quickly become the accessory
du-
jur. On
occasion Audrey will become particularly attached to one
tu-
tu or a
nother, and its not worth trying to get it off of her for errands,
playing or
general public appearances. To be honest, if I can get her out of her pj's in the morning, I consider my day a success. So a
tu-
tu, sure thing bugger-bum, wear the
tu-
tu.
I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous. I'd love to throw a
tu-
tu on every now and then and not think twice about it. Grocery shopping..."Yeah,
diggin' my
tu-
tu." Library..."What are you looking at? Ever seen someone in a
tu-
tu before?" Jury duty...now
there's an idea, next time you want out of jury duty, slap on your
tu-
tu.
Where was I? Oh, right, the
tu-
tu. Well my twin brother Drew came to town for a visit (and job hunt,
yippie and fingers crossed) and I dragged him to the Denver zoo. I love the zoo, and more importantly, Audrey loves the zoo. On this particular zoo visit Audrey dawned what I have termed the hippie/
psychedelic tu-
tu. Its a sassy little number that is impossible to match with anything, so anything goes. Audrey being every flexible and always stylish tried the piece as a
tu-
tu, a shawl and a headdress. Sadly, I was not able to capture the

headpiece number on film, but it was a classic, let me tell you. That is until she couldn't get it off and then all hell broke lo
ose!
I also threw in a couple photos of Audrey in her fully glittered bodysuit
tu-
tu thingy - the satin shoes get me, every time!
I see ballet classes in our future.