According to a photographer friend of mine who works in Virginia, if I lived a mere 3 hours south, I'd probably be photographing little girls in smocking and bows and boys in John-Johns everyday. But here in Pennsylvania, it's rare that parents break out the Strasburg Children or the like for photo sessions. Because I remember wearing a smocked dress for every special occasion and everytime my picture was professionally taken--trust me, I was shocked my mom didn't insist upon buying me a smocked wedding dress--I just couldn't help but give Miss C's photo from this morning a little vintage treatment to fondly remember my youth.
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