Well, the days of me spinning my magic over dressing the girls has pretty much come to an end. My flair for clothes combinations came to a halting stop for the almost nine year old when she entered kindergarten a few years ago. The six year old has been slowly eye rolling away from my choices since moving to the South. And now, just within the last couple of weeks, even the three year old does not believe I have the capability to match a shirt with a skirt.
Now, for those of you that know me this probably does not come as a major shock. Especially from the guy that wore jeans and a flannel shirt for four straight years in college and thought he was styling. My wadrobe consistency has not changed much: in place of the flannels there are golf shirts and soccer jerseys and the jeans have been joined by khakis and solid colored shorts. The biggest change I made recently was getting several pairs of cargo shorts in the Spring. So for me to get dressed every morning it is not that difficut to pretty much choose any bottom and it will go with any top I have. Maybe every once in a while I have to make sure the outfit I choose is not too much of one single color, but otherwise I can pretty much get dressed in the dark.
I understand I may not be #Tim Gunn or one of those other outifit experts on #TLC, but I am definitely capable of putting together an outfit for a girl to wear. Also, I know I should be happy that my girls want to be independent and that picking out clothes would be one less thing for me to do around the house. However, the problem arises when there are constant cries each night of not having any clothes to wear. And then I proceed to pick out a perfectly good option only to have it shot down for any number of reasons. "The pink leggings are a different pink than the shirt." "That is a tunic, not a shirt and it will cover the sparkles on my pants." "I am not weaing a #Phillies t-shirt to my friend's birthday party." They can be so picky sometimes.
I admit - I do occassionally have problems putting together an outfit. However, in my defense the problem is not that I am a guy, color blind, or have no sense of style whatsoever. The problem is that every piece of clothing in their drawers was designed to go specifically with one other piece of clothing. Thanks alot #Carters and #GapKids. Everything has a design on it, or glitter or sparkles, and how many possible shades of pink could there possibly be on this planet? It is even pretty hard to find a plain pair of jeans. They all have some sort of unique color splash or design that makes it hard to match it with any shirt you would like. I have asked their mother when she shops for them to just get plain jeans and simple brown shorts. She usually rolls her eyes at me, too.
For my part, as usual, I am thinking about money. If we continue to buy outfits that are not interchangeable we are going to be flat broke before the third one even gets to her teen years. Or, I am going to be doing laundry every day to make sure they have plenty of options to choose from each day so as not to have fashion emergencies.
Ah, to have a boy that would simply throw on any t-shirt and shorts that were in his drawer without a second thought as to whether they match, are in season, or were even worn yesterday. But alas, that was not my lot in life.
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