Quinoa: my imaginary well-dressed toddler.
Quinoa keeps an extra pair of biker boots at hand at all times, just in case she ever needs to feel a little more edgy and moody.
Quinoa refuses to allow the cold to mess up her perfectly tressled locks, but wishes dearly that her friend Leaf would do the same.
Quinoa feels bad for homeless children, particularly because they don't have walk in closets. She occasionally goes back to the streets to give them fashion advice.
Quinoa tries her best to be patient whilst awaiting her make up artists.
Quinoa likes to go back to basics when hanging out with her trendy Colombian pen pal, Caroline.
For Quinoa's first Halloween, she dressed up as Daisy from the Great Gatsby. Keep it fabulous, old sport.
When we met Quinoa's friend Ridley for brunch, he was unhappy to learn that the bistro's chicken nuggets were not free range.
Quinoa always keeps a spare "urban outfit" in my purse in the event we're going to be around a lot of chain link fencing.
The only thing Quinoa likes to rescue more than puppies are children that shop for clothes at Wal-Mart.
I always give in to Quinoa's begging. First she wanted only the retro romper, quickly followed by the sunglasses, head scarf, and 50s diner as accessories. I'm such a sucker.
Quinoa has found herself in a preschool love triangle with classmates Houndstooth and Gaultier.