It's Big Concert night, and she'd outgrown her black slacks and white shirt from the spring concert, so she raided my closet. She is wearing an ankle-length black velvet skirt, a long-sleeved button-down white shirt (very corporate-chick Oxford, with princess seams and French cuffs)...
...and my black Chucks with Ghostbusters shoelaces.
My daughter, ladies and gentlemen.
(It all fits her now. I'm looking at years of going through her closet to retrieve my favorite sweaters, aren't I?)