by - Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Nadia's style has been developing since scratch mittens era and presents itself better in colder temperatures. What will be incorporated into her conscious fashion statement from violet and fuchsia shades I supply dresser shelves today and what will be totally forgotten? With tear in my eye I'll understand. Until then... between nakedness of running arms and legs and outfits I tend to choose the day before and hang them on her bedroom door - we're happy with the style she's presented to mud, sand and rain so far. If she could choose to stay naked throughout her childhood, she would (and I'd only bookmark adult stores) but now we're nearer the summer than we will ever be (pun intended) so the hidden stylist in me emerges with an eye for everything that's not baby pink, Peppa Pig'y, Dora the Explorer, Upsy Daisy, Igglepiggle... you get the picture. We do follow their TV  performances but wearing them the way they're shown before our eyes in stores is our definite 'no no'. Firstly they made on a massive scale so the chances your child is the only proud of its Waybooloo motif one are lower than her bike's seat, secondly you'd win a fortune guessing which colour they were coming in, thirdly less chosen shades are more interesting for mood swings (brown, navy blue, grey, khaki) and fourthly just like having the way of raising her clearly in my mind, I've always loved picturing a little swashbuckling Pippi Langstrumpf's image of a girl as mine muffin - unconventional in dressing and behaviour. Before I left beloved countryside home to explore the city life at the age of thirteen, I was very much this kind of girl, parading on the street wearing felt green hat with goose feather sticking out. Every little girl's dream at least hundred times in her childhood is to become princess but before she finds out, I can still teach her grace while wearing shorts and baseball caps.  

I know I haven't got much time to show her how to make effort with whatever she puts on before she takes over the knobs of our wardrobe so every outing is prepared to the last detail (wooden necklaces, bracelets and hairbands in place). Call me a crazy mama but styling a three year old is more fun than sorting chaos around the house.

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  1. A stylist in not my middle name looking at your masterpieces. Amazes me why clothes never mix together when I'm going out.