Ruffles, ruffles, ruffles. This poor baby girl is destined to be draped in ruffles until the day she decides to dress herself, because this mama bear just loves her some ruffles. We’re starting off mild with ruffled collars and pant trims.
I can hardly wait for our little Avery to fit into her fall clothes. Holly moly, it’s fall! You know what that means, right? Layers and layers of onesies with sweaters and jackets and … wait for it … ruffles!