This picture would have been okay if 1) we were celebrating our scottish heritage or 2) Lady Mother had previously had a wild love affair with Johnny Rotten. Neither of these are true, sadly. (I mean, how cool would it be if the proper Lady Mother had once been a punk rawk groupie? But I digress.) I am also wearing my beloved lace-trimmed socks, probably sewn by my badass great aunt Willa Mae. Willa Mae adorned all my sock-tops with lace or beading. I though kids with plain socks were sad little paupers.
Take away the turtlenecks, the tights (I like how Lady Mother's legs are five shades darker than her face.) and attack the outfits with hedge clippers and safety pins, and we would have been one smokin' hot family. Vivienne Westwood would want to be my godmother, we would look that punk rawk awesome. I wish I could rock Lady Mother's frosted pixie - probably the most Alt-not-lame part of this photo.