Breadcrumbs

Every once in a while, I'll walk out of my room and notice a trail of random clothing, purses, scarves and hats.  It can only mean that dress up time has commenced.  I know that when I see this mess of clothing strewn along like a little trail of breadcrumbs, that I will inevitably be led to the responsible mess makers.  And it never fails that I happen upon a whole mess of cuteness.