It is currently fashion week in Paris. I love watching updates of what will be in style. Some of it makes sense. Some of it I don't find appealing or understand for that matter. Like this little creation by British fashion designer John Galliano during his spring-summer 2009 ready-to-wear collection presented in Paris over the weekend. Who in their right mind would actually step outside thinking they look good in something like unless they were four years old, or part of a not so conventional profession?
This now brings me to discussing the fashion of a four year old. Abbey is currently at the stage where she likes to dress herself. Tiaras tutus and fairy dust are a must in her style. Sometimes I just have to put my foot down and force her to change her clothes. What can I say, Cinderella attire ( cheap taffeta and plastic high heals) just won't do when we go grocery shopping. Our little family of five draw enough attention when we go places, I can only imagine what it would be like if Abbey wore her dress up clothes.
This morning, Mark went to run some errands and took Abbey and Cari with him. I told Abbey to go get dressed and she came out in her purple ballet dress, pink tennis shoes and black sweatshirt. And a dishonorable mention for her favorite accessory. That brown, raspy old security blanket (NANA DEEDEE) she brings with her everywhere. I shook my head in disbelief at the creation Little Miss Abbey picked out. Oh the horror!! I then took a large gulp of lukewarm coffee, and thought that there are worse battles to fight for. I sent her back in room to put some leggings on (IT'S COLD HERE) and put her in her car seat.
SCORE: Child 1. Mom 0.
