My mom dresses me funny

I love Hannas, I buy them (on sale) and I comb eagerly through my boxes of hand-me-downs for Hannas loved and outgrown by my friends' daughters. I saw there was a sale today, though, and had to have a look, and was considering the "scooter skirts" (skirt with shorts underneath, yet somehow not a skort) when I found myself thinking, hmmm:

     

The Hanna aesthetic is great when it's great, but its colorful flower-clogs with their matching socks are teetering precariously atop the thin line between childlike delight and a kind of painful insistence on its own darlingosity that makes you want to, well, you know, kind of give it very tiny shove so it falls off

Plus, sometimes they are just so freaking loud.

Now that I've made the klown konnection I really can't buy that ski-ort. And I really, really can't recommend googling the phrase "girl clown," either. Certainly not with "safeSearch" off, and maybe not ever. 

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