File under: Things no one told me, that children actually have super powers. Their super powers being that they can grow out of an entire wardrobe’s worth of clothing and magically appear with holes in brand new pairs of jeans overnight.
My daughter sported a partial belly shirt this morning to preschool and it was 30 degrees outside. I did what I could and yanked the white cotton tee as far down as it would go and wrapped her last clean cardigan around her shoulders. You have to improvise with what you’ve got. That size 3T shirt was slightly oversized when I bought it not long ago, I swear. I am thankful that skinny jeans are in style right now because that’s the only reason her pants aren’t considered obscene.
My son can burn through the knees of denim faster than I can get myself dressed just once these days on account of my huge pregnant belly. I looked down this morning getting him into his car seat and let out a big sigh because I *just* bought this pair, haven’t even laundered them yet. The holes are almost perfect though, like the kind I’ve paid a lot of money for myself from the Gap before. Next time, I’ll just buy a cheap pair of jeans and have my 5 year old roll around in them a bit, in a day or so I could be a trendsetter.
I won’t even share how thankful I am that infant clothing is mostly optional inside the house.
It’s a good thing I like to shop for kids clothes. Dressing my tiny humans is one of my favorite joys in life. When I was growing up as a kid I had no clue what was fashionable. My mom bought my black washed jeans from Walmart and painted teddy bears on sweatshirts for me years past when that would be considered adorable and/or acceptable. No offense to my mom, because those teddy bears were pretty awesome during their prime. She used to sell them at craft shows and always killed it in sales. She also made me a bangin’ acid-washed Barbie jean jacket, complete with glued-on Barbie shoes, and Pink Ice Elegance Barbie dress appliqued on the right front pocket. Oh heck yes, there was Modge Podge involved. I rocked that jacket like no chubby kid’s business in 1992. Sadly, all photos and evidence from that period of my childhood have been
purposefully accidentally lost.
I like to think I have honed my fashion sense since then though, but I may have to get creative if I’m replacing children’s blue jeans every week.