Hand Me Downs

Being a younger sibling generally sucks. There are always comparisions, competition, and worst of all the dreaded hand me down. Growing up it seemed like I never got anything trendy, at least not when it was new. I was rocking acid washed jeans about a year after everyone else (and by that point they were more faded than acid washed) But not all hand me downs were bad, like this blog, which was so generously passed to me by my big sistah hautechick (thanks sisty)

Here comes Trouble...