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The Outfit:
{{Plaid Shirt: Madewell
{{Chambray: JCrew Factory
{{Puffer Vest: Tommy Jeans (super old, similar)
{{Jeans: William Rast (old)
{{Shoes: Target
{{Necklace: Stella & Dot (gift)
{{Clutch: Glow Kouture (c/o) (Use code MOLLY30 for 30% off till Friday!)
{{Bracelets: GroopDealz, InPink, Kenya, Stella & Dot, ILY Couture c/o

I have had this vest for going on almost 17 years. Literally. I got it in the fall of my 5th grade year. Yeah. This is an old vest. But, for some reason I’ve hung on it to all this time.

And that got me thinking. I mean, I remember 5th grade so vividly. And then, because of the natural progression my brain takes, I started going further and further back in my memory trying to remember my earliest memory.

I am not 100% sure if this is my actually earliest memory, but it’s the one that came to mind and so I thought I’d share it with you.

I was 3-years-old. It’s my first day of preschool. Now, I was going through a “I’m Dorothy” phase. As in, I was Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. As in, I wore a gingham dress, pigtail wig, red shoes, and carried a fake Toto around with me… everywhere. Every day. Without fail. This went on for a while. I think a year. Probably two. Anyway.

It was my first day of preschool.

Now, my preschool was only a few hours in the morning, but because I wanted to be “cool” I needed to be dressed in my Dorothy garb and carry my brand new (READ: totally empty) Sesame Street lunchbox.

I knew I was the cat’s pajamas, and so I walked into that classroom, dressed as Dorothy, fake Toto and empty lunchbox in possession.

The next thing I know, the preschool teacher is bending down smiling in my face saying, “Oh! You must be Molly!”

I replied with a resounding, “NO!” *thwap!* And proceeded to hit that preschool teacher on the head with my empty lunch box and knocked her to the ground.

To this day, I have no idea why I did that. But at the time, I was NOT Molly, I… was Dorothy Gale of Kansas.

Okay, now that I’ve spilled: What’s your earliest memory? Do you still have a piece in your closet you’ve had since the 5th grade? What’s the weirdest thing you did as a kid?

BTW: Do you totally judge my crazy 3-year-old antics?