An epic milestone was reached this week:
the Little Lady began making her own clothing decisions.
It’s an event I have looked forward to and dreaded.
Dreaded?
Yes, dreaded — feared, even.
I’ve known that the moment she discovered her artistic voice – her sense of fashion – my days of carefully constructed outfits were over.
No more matching dresses and bows. Pretty patent leather shoes. Cute tights.
Now, as evidenced by her latest ensemble, anything and everything can be put together and called “an outfit.” Don’t EVEN dare suggest she wear something else or choose a different bow. If that’s what she wants to wear to the mall, it is what she’s wearing. No ifs, ands or buts.
Apparently, the motto on her shirt is her new creed: “You Go, Girl.”
At least I still retain power of the bank account — we don’t have to worry (yet) about what she buys.
