skirting fashion
July 30, 2011 § Leave a comment
I do not understand the evolution of the tennis skirt into day wear for non-tennis playing, errand running mothers. I view the tiny spandex uniforms with the same uncertainty as bell bottoms. Misleadingly endearing in theory, but misplaced in the light of day.
I am admittedly intimidated by fashion forward styles and more comfortably relegated to the casual familiarity of a well-worn pair of jeans, the forgiving elasticity of yoga pants, or alternately the femininity of a timeless pencil skirt or simple day dress. On the few occasions I have stepped outside my comfort zone I was seized by discomfort; my bravado exposed, like a failed Halloween costume, face paint itchy and cracking to reveal the person behind the illusion. I may not be a fair judge of fashion.
So, rather than criticize what I do not understand, I’ll set my judgment aside and ask no one in particular: Does she play tennis?
fashion forward
April 10, 2011 § Leave a comment
We have bent the rules of fashion around our daughter’s precocious personality. Polka dots taunt sassy stripes; bright colors compliment bold theatrical statements; sentimental gowns with ribbons and ruffles spark spontaneous celebrations. Our little girl climbs trees in a cloud of tulle, inspired and unafraid. She is her own norm in a sea of little girl trends.
A special occasion around the corner, my daughter donned her favorite pair of flamingo pink rain boots and purple cat eye sunglasses on a cloudless day as we set off on a treasure hunt for a new dress. She met the dress like an old friend, smiled her hello and never let go. Flamboyant ruffles and shoes that tap, I followed from dressing room to accessories, curious as her personality peeked from among the pieces. She is a little girl in love with a look of her own making.
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