I buy Matilda's stuff in outfits, but only in outfits that look like the components could reasonably be swapped in and out with other outfits we already own. Cute outfit that doesn't look like it can be mixed up with anything else? REJECTED. It's the baby version of the What Not To Wear rule about buying a suit -- if you can't break it up, don't get it.
I love mix-matchy clothes on little kids. Especially little girls. Where it looks like they put on their Very Favorite pieces of clothing darn the consequences. It is super sugar.
There is a lot of this in San Francisco, always painfully cute -- and almost always in stuff that if a grown-up tried to get away with it, the baby Jesus would screech in terror. Blue-brown retro 60's floral pattern halter dress with blue mini-Birks and brown ankle socks? SO CUTE. Denim capris with tons of pink floral embroidery at the cuffs, a misty green poncho with white pompoms, and mini-Uggs in a shade of pink that exactly matches the capri embroidery? SUGAR TIMES INFINITY. And the mismatched outfits involving stripey socks and Crocs covered with decorative buttons and sassy princess power t-shirts? KILL YOU DED. But there's no possible way anyone over the age of nine could get away with the same outfits.
My grandmother would roll over in her grave if she saw what I was wearing today. And, Aimee would probably at least roll her eyes!
Oh Fay, it's amusing to us, but will not be so for you in the morning, I'd wager.
But still amusing to us.
What are you wearing and have you left the house for anything where you had to interact with people in a social setting?
Oh Aimee, I do so hope you are never unfortunate enough to see a gathering of archaeologists. It's... not pretty.
What are you wearing and have you left the house for anything where you had to interact with people in a social setting?
I'm wearing linen after Labor Day! I swear, it didn't even cross my mind. And, yes. I went to therapy then lunch with a friend. I interacted with many people.
Mom would make clothes bundles for us -- top, bottom, underwear, socks -- and we could pick the bundle for the week day. On the weekend we had a couple of drawers of separates and we could dress however we wanted.
I'm a rather plain dresser, although occasionally I'll wear stylish stuff. Yesterday I wore the cute cleavagey dress I bought, but I found a cami that worked under it so it was work appropriate. I'm not into frills, I don't wear jewlery, I'm slow to try trends.
I'm wearing linen after Labor Day!
I am rolling my eyes, but only because as long it's not snowing in large, huge amounts outside, linen is FINE. As is white.
Oh Aimee, I do so hope you are never unfortunate enough to see a gathering of archaeologists. It's... not pretty.
Hee. I'd probably just tell them that in the name of discovery and also prosperity, we should go unearth some fulture-relics at Abercrombie or Old Navy,
Because I'm procrastinating getting down to serious work today (possibly because I have so much of it--our fall interns start their orientation tomorrow), I'll share a conversation between Annabel and my MIL as we were driving back from dinner last night. It started with MIL asking Annabel if she could take one of AB's "babies" (beanie baby versions of all the Backyardigans except Austin, who was out of stock when we were in B&N) back to Oklahoma with her, and AB emphatically stating that no, they were staying with her.
MIL: Well, can I take MY baby back to Oklahoma with me? This is my baby. reaches up to pat DH on the shoulder
AB: That's not a baby. That's Daddy.
MIL: He's MY baby.
AB: No, he's Daddy.
MIL: But I want to take him back to Oklahoma with me.
AB: You already have lots of babies in Oklahoma.
MIL: But I miss MY baby.
AB: You can have a bunny baby to take to Oklahoma.
Before she went to bed she gave MIL one of her stuffed bunnies.
Awww, so cute.
(Aimee - it's hot like a very hot thing here in IL - if I had to break out wool because it's past Labor Day - I would have to kill somebody.)
