And then my younger sister Kathleen will make her entrance.
This is an outfit she spontaneously fashioned back in my parents' bedroom. No one is really phased.
Even when she starts to pretend she's puking.
Apparently this is a reenactment of a scene where Carrie Bradshaw starts throwing up on the beach because Mr. Big got married to someone else while he was in Paris.
Let me back up a little here.
The Sex and The City dramatics all began just a few moments earlier when we were leafing through one of our leftover family vacation beach reads my mom had lying around. This "book" actually highlights every single Carrie outfit from the Sex And The City movie and all the behind-the-scenes wardrobe wrangling and assembling it took to construct each one.
Don't judge. You know you want that book, too.
The problem is that this is where Kathleen starts to get all, "ugh... why can't I be Carrie?" This spread in particular got her especially riled up. At one point she got so worked up she shouted out "mom, can you fashion me a headdress like this!?" at which point my mom ignored her, as she was preoccupied baking brownies, and Kathleen stomped off to the back room for about twenty minutes.
Then she came out like this.
Anatomy of Pretending Like Your Sarah Jessica Parker
Headdress: Kathleen's Belt & One of Mom's Scarves
Sunglasses: Mine, Which Kathleen Swiped Out of My Bag
Necklace: A Stuffed Chicken Wind Chime From The Kitchen Wall
Dress: A Wrap Donny's Girlfriend Sent Our Mom All The Way From India, Which Kathleen Has Already Tried to Steal At Least Once
What? What does your family do on Saturday?