A few months ago, I happened upon these childrens’ overalls in a vintage store, and obviously I bought them because HOW COULD YOU NOT.

My idea: to send them to darling nephew Luke, in the hopes that when he grew out them, they would be passed to another cousin to wear, and then to another, and then to another, until all of the grown adult cousins sit around a bonfire someday, making fun of their lame parents, remembering how they once all were made to wear the same pair of overalls. I’M HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE: IT BEGINS.