Here she is in one of her better combinations.
Not her best where she combined plaid, polka dots AND stripes all in one outfit AND with clashing colors.
But this is close.
Stripes and more stripes with scuffed up rain boots.
Todd had to remind me before we left the house to take her to school that she is definitely not his child.
I smiled.
I know she did not get Todd's fashion sense
If you know Todd personally, you have to strike everything about his casual clothes and beloved t-shirts from mind & think about his work clothes.
Before Todd and I started dating, I suspected he was gay. If he wasn't gay, then he certainly lived at home with his momma.
Because he just dressed too nice.
He was too put together.
No straight man I knew pulled off dressing so well.
On his own.
Turns out neither of my initial suspicions about Todd's personal preferences or living situation were true.
Yay me!
As a child/teenager, I put together odd (at best) combinations.
But my Mom let me do it.
That freedom was nice.
To be able to make decisions.
When I couldn't really make THAT many decisions about my life.
It is important to me to give my own kids that same freedom.
So long as they won't freeze too death, put themselves in danger from tripping/falling when running from wearing princess high heels or flip flops (yes, that does pertain to both of my children, even the princess high heels) or be inappropriately dressed (I won't let them wear swimsuits, leotards or pajamas to school, unless that is a special spirit day dress code...gotta draw the line somewhere).
Not her best where she combined plaid, polka dots AND stripes all in one outfit AND with clashing colors.
But this is close.
Stripes and more stripes with scuffed up rain boots.
Todd had to remind me before we left the house to take her to school that she is definitely not his child.
I smiled.
I know she did not get Todd's fashion sense
If you know Todd personally, you have to strike everything about his casual clothes and beloved t-shirts from mind & think about his work clothes.
Before Todd and I started dating, I suspected he was gay. If he wasn't gay, then he certainly lived at home with his momma.
Because he just dressed too nice.
He was too put together.
No straight man I knew pulled off dressing so well.
On his own.
Turns out neither of my initial suspicions about Todd's personal preferences or living situation were true.
Yay me!
As a child/teenager, I put together odd (at best) combinations.
But my Mom let me do it.
That freedom was nice.
To be able to make decisions.
When I couldn't really make THAT many decisions about my life.
It is important to me to give my own kids that same freedom.
So long as they won't freeze too death, put themselves in danger from tripping/falling when running from wearing princess high heels or flip flops (yes, that does pertain to both of my children, even the princess high heels) or be inappropriately dressed (I won't let them wear swimsuits, leotards or pajamas to school, unless that is a special spirit day dress code...gotta draw the line somewhere).
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I love the rain boots as an accessory!
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