Last week I somehow managed to dress everyone in stripes, unintentionally. It wasn’t until we were out the door that I noticed a horizontal pattern had taken over our home.
I have a thing for stripes. I see them. I like them. I keep buying them. Maybe I should paint them on my walls?
You can’t quite see the Brave’s stripes but they are there in a gray fashion and how could I not include this picture?
(L was sporting some green Mini Boden stripes but since he wasn’t feeling well I decided not to pester him with my camera, I can be nice like that).