I don’t remember as a child making a judgement on shorts and jeans based on if I could do cartwheels in them. I was and am still quite decent at cartwheels, round-offs, and handsprings. However, I don’t remember deliberately making fashion choices hinging on those activities.
For the past month, everything my 6yr old wears has to pass “the cartwheel test.” This means she literally does a dress rehearsal of the outfit- every single day- with cartwheels across the living room.
You’d be shocked at how many outfits don’t pass the test! This means she repeats the whole process over until the fashion matches the function.
This morning, she wasn’t feeling the cartwheel approved outfit we chose last night, so the outfit was reworked. She settled on turquoise converse shoes, black and turquoise athletic pants, and a flowered pearl snap blouse.
I’m quite positive I wouldn’t have chosen this combo, but she’s rocking it with a strawberry colored, non-brushed messy bun. Honestly, she’s pulling it off in impressive style.
Wouldn’t it be great to take a page from her book on fashion and confidence? I’ll add this to the growing list of things my daughter has taught me.
We woke up to sub-zero temperatures this morning and a two hour “dangerous temperature” delay for school. Three below 0 (Fahrenheit). Wind chills around -20.
We passed Brrrr… Extra Frigid…. and Extra Frosty about 20 degrees ago. I’m sipping hot tea like my life depends on it.
Funny thing- I don’t think my kids really even feel it? As my daughter pulled on her cat-themed sweater tights this morning under a turquoise tulle skirt, she argued that she didn’t need to wear a stocking hat. It might clash with her hot pink sunglasses. Oh to be a 5yr old fashion expert! Truly, we pick our battles with this one.
Hats, gloves, and coats are required this morning! Beautiful sunshine is doing little to counteract the freezer blast blowing from the north.
My mom firmly instilled in me that if you have nothing positive to say then say nothing at all. But…
The new fashion “thing” is to wear a bodysuit – as an adult. Yes. These are exactly like the onesies I put on my babies – only bigger. Ok… well, my babies didn’t wear anything with a plunging neckline or cutouts, but the basic design is similar.
It’s like wearing a swimsuit that snaps in the crotchal region under your jeans or shorts or whatever you choose to cover your derriere. If it isn’t one of the snap variety, then you have to pull the entire thing off each time you use the restroom. Or I guess, you could try to pull it off to the side and not wet on your own hand?
Honestly, I’m close to being speechless…
A few thoughts:
If you enjoy these things, you must not have lived through them when they were “in vogue” previously. Some things are best left as fashion history. From humble beginnings as a leotard in the 1950’s (think dance, gymnastics, and fitness videos) to a torture device in the restroom for both mothers and daughters in the 1980’s, these contraptions have evolved to again reappear in modern day apparel.
These do make edgy, curve hugging costumes for stage performers, but I don’t need anything sequined riding up while I’m at the office or out to dinner. If I was the main attraction at a concert, I’d likely give it a whirl for the hour I needed to do handsprings across the stage singing with perfect pitch and looking blingy.
I know I’m not deep in the fashion world. I rarely dress to be edgy. I’m nearing my mid-30’s. My running clothes make up half my wardrobe. But really? Bodysuits have returned from the 80’s for us regular folk?
If you read my blog frequently, you are likely shaking your head at the fluff I just typed out. This is quite the departure from my normal entries. I couldn’t help it. Other than my Color Run for Cancer 5K t-shirt, I haven’t bought ANYTHING in the last few months. It all seems so absurd! I promise my next post will be something more thoughtful.