wishes & whimsy
February 23, 2013 § 2 Comments
Neither my daughter nor I enjoy shopping, so when my daughter needs clothes to accommodate the change in seasons or a special occasion I compromise by sharing catalogues whose choices give my little girl an opportunity for self-expression while honoring my boundaries. Today I opened a catalogue and found her signature circles looped around elements not for sale: a miniature horse on a shelf, an elegant Indian headdress, silk butterflies, toy birds, and pastel paper flowers.
This filter with which my little girl embraces something as mundane as selecting clothing was an act of magic. Turning the pages was like watching tiny pen marks pull together an intricately organized blur of movement, my daughter’s daydreams strung together on the colorful pages of a catalogue. A flipbook of fantasy.
What began as a way for us to communicate choice has become a time capsule of self, a little girl who seeks out beauty in the margins and draws pieces of art into the fabric of her days.