Happy birthday, sweet 16

Well, 16 years ago today, I gave birth to my first beautiful baby daughter.













How did she get from that to this?















Let me show you how.

First, she developed her exquisite taste in clothes..

















Oops, sorry - wrong one! Not that exquisite taste in clothes! This one ;-)


















She always was a tiara girl. When she'd grown out of the frilly hats :-) (I'm smiling, but I'll be in trouble when she sees some of these..)

Although she had to experiment a little bit first, until she got it right:


















Then she acquired her ladylike table manners:


















Her elegant deportment:

















And her sweet, dulcet tones:












Not to mention some luxurious bathing habits she picked up along the way:


















Until eventually, someone was kind enough to name their shop after her:


















And that's it. The world has now survived 16 whole years full of crazy, classy, weird and wonderful Zaraness and I think it's a better place for it.

Here she is. Happy birthday Zara!


















(No, I'm not taking out the one with the hat. It was a beautiful hat! Well, you liked it at the time. Well, I didn't hear you complaining. The frills were very pretty! In fact, I've seen one like it recently that I thought I might buy for you.. Oh! There seems to be a strange, murderous look in your eye! I wonder why..)