"I have to bribe my son to shop, but my daughter is already a fashionista."
This was particularly funny as the girl in question was probably only 5 years old or so. Meanwhile... my seven year old was carrying around a stuffed animal and threatening to not try on any other clothes unless I promised to buy it for her.
I'm pretty sure somewhere along the way I lost control over what she wears. The bright, flashy t-shirt, for example, which left sparkles all over the house and in the dryer, might have a nice sentiment about peace, but it wouldn't have been my first choice of what to buy her.
The sad thing is.... she might actually be more fashion aware than I am. Okay... not might... I am sure she is. Today she walked out of the house in a cheetah shirt and leggings, looking like she just stepped off a runway somewhere. I may have frowned when she pulled the shirt off the rack at the store. It's difficult to remember, because at the time my brain was trying to work out whether my mom ever would have let me wear something like that at her age.
But... thankfully the pants aren't floods, which was the main impetus for the shopping trip to begin with. And, I was able to convine her that the t-shirt with bling hanging off of it might get uncomfortable to wear all day. So that was a win of sorts. More importantly, she actually agreed with something that I picked out; a pretty sophisticated outfit that still had some sparkle to it. Maybe it is a sign that our tastes will someday converge.
In the meantime, I will continue to allow her to express herself (within reason) through her clothing and she will just have to put up with my sweats from Costco. At least she'll be happy to see that after I wash and dry them they should be covered with sparkles.
This was particularly funny as the girl in question was probably only 5 years old or so. Meanwhile... my seven year old was carrying around a stuffed animal and threatening to not try on any other clothes unless I promised to buy it for her.
I'm pretty sure somewhere along the way I lost control over what she wears. The bright, flashy t-shirt, for example, which left sparkles all over the house and in the dryer, might have a nice sentiment about peace, but it wouldn't have been my first choice of what to buy her.
The sad thing is.... she might actually be more fashion aware than I am. Okay... not might... I am sure she is. Today she walked out of the house in a cheetah shirt and leggings, looking like she just stepped off a runway somewhere. I may have frowned when she pulled the shirt off the rack at the store. It's difficult to remember, because at the time my brain was trying to work out whether my mom ever would have let me wear something like that at her age.
But... thankfully the pants aren't floods, which was the main impetus for the shopping trip to begin with. And, I was able to convine her that the t-shirt with bling hanging off of it might get uncomfortable to wear all day. So that was a win of sorts. More importantly, she actually agreed with something that I picked out; a pretty sophisticated outfit that still had some sparkle to it. Maybe it is a sign that our tastes will someday converge.
In the meantime, I will continue to allow her to express herself (within reason) through her clothing and she will just have to put up with my sweats from Costco. At least she'll be happy to see that after I wash and dry them they should be covered with sparkles.
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