Gingham Girl

I have an unusual fondness for gingham that dates back to a vague memory of a favorite frock from my childhood. I remember a crinkly cotton fabric with a dainty navy-and-white checkered pattern and a sweet white sailor collar. The countless gingham dresses in my drawers - and the unshakable need to purchase this one above too - must signify some sort of underlying psychological attachment to the fabric. That, or I just like it...

With shiny red shoes and a little bow headband? A little sassy, a little Alice in Wonderland, and just adorable.