Let me start out by saying, I was never a girly-girl when I was growing up. Never. Tomboy would be a much better descriptor. I liked sports and playing at the creek. I would take shorts over dresses any day of the week. I kept my hair short and easy to style. I simply didn’t want to fuss over what I looked like. I wanted to play.
So my question is, how did I get such a girly-girl? Molly wants to wear a dress every.single.day. She measures the dresses in her closet each morning to see which one will pull out the most, which ensures it’s spinability when she twirls.
Don’t even get me started with the hair. She wants it as long as possible and almost cries at the thought of a little trim to even up the ends. Each day she decides on a hairdo and selects hair pretties to match her outfit.
At five years old.
I shudder to think where this is going when she gets older.
I probably do feed the monster. There are such cute clothes for little girls and I do love to shop for her. So I may be partly to blame. Partly. The rest is in her DNA. She is just a girly-girl.
Each season I post pictures of her new clothes. This is mostly an attempt to have a visual keepsake.That way it is easier to give the clothes away when they don’t fit anymore. Good idea in concept, but I still struggle each time I have to put something I loved seeing Molly wear into the Goodwill bag.
This season’s selections ran the gamut in terms of where they came from. Hannah Anderson, Target, Gymboree, Walmart, Old Navy, Carters, Costco. Where ever there was cute, we found it. And purchased it.
First up…the dresses. These will be the most worn things in her closet. Guaranteed.
And here is a picture of the bathing beauty who insisted that I take a picture of her in her favorite bathing suit and put it on the blog.Requesting bathing suit pics to be posted on the blog? At five?
Wow, the clothes may be the least of my worries when she gets older.