Fashionista

Blair has very strong opinions when it comes to what she wears and how she looks. She is a self proclaimed "Fashionista" (I'd like to thank TJ Maxx for adding that word into her vocabulary.) This has been an issue since the child was two years old. I was truly hoping that by now she would have eased up on me a little but that hasn't been the case. To avoid as much drama in the mornings, I will consult with her the night before and ask her what she thinks would be a good choice for the following day. Usually we can reach some type of compromise that we are both happy with but there are times when I have to play the "Mommy Card". I do reserve the right to veto an outfit if I feel that it isn't weather appropriate. I have even gone so far as to hide clothing from her - out of sight, out of mind. If not, I will come home to bathing suits in November, princess outfits layered with winter pajamas in July, and sleeveless shirts during a snowstorm. Leave it to Blair and her flair for fashion (and defiance).

Last night, I was looking in her closet when she skipped into the room. (Side note: I love how she skips every where we go.) She greeted me with, "Hey Mommy, you sure do look pretty right now." (Red Flag: She is up to something). She stood in front of her closet and for a solid fifteen minutes, tried to explain to me why she needed black leggings (and a few pairs of them) because they are a staple in every girls' wardrobe. She then launched into greater detail about the type of tops we would need to buy to go with the leggings for a super sassy look. After I agreed to think about it (that always gets me off the hook with her), she asked what she was going to be wearing to school. I showed her the outfit - mistake. She said she hated it, it wasn't a good color for her, the pants were too loose in the legs, and it made her look silly. Then I was hit with, "Mommy, you are overloaded. (she reached up and took my hand to hold) I have an idea. I am going to hire me a dresser to bring me outfits to wear so you won't have to worry about picking them out." It took everything I had not to drop to the floor laughing. I appreciate her wanting to unburden me (I think there was some sincerity in it) with this task of selecting her clothes. However, she was totally expecting me to pay for this professional "dresser" to come every morning with new clothes to dress her in. She's a creative (and crafty) one.

As I drove into work this morning, I found myself weighing out the pros and cons of her proposition. Seriously?!?! Yes, because we had another morning meltdown - over her hair bow.