So cleaned up a bunch of drawers and things yesterday, making mental notes about what my kids need to stay outfitted for the fall and winter. It’s a huge list, yo. My kids are smallish, and I think I got some loooooong use out of a bunch items for the last, say, eighteen months, so suddenly, everything is too small, and no one has any pants or shoes. Or shirts. Or socks. (Oy, life is expensive.)
I have not one, but TWO requests for my kids to be photographed for projects today, and the first request was to “stay away from tops in adult type colours of blacks and greys.” The other was “dress them as colourfully as you would like…”
Houston? We have a problem.
And up until the other day when I went to Old Navy to buy my daughter some shirts that would at least cover her wrists, that small pile of pink things did not live inside this Dark Drawer of Blackness. Between the few things that still fit her, and some items I purchased, and the hand-me-downs, the child has at least SIX black shirts. I’m dressing her so much like I dress myself, it’s becoming a bit scary.
I do like how they look when they’re dressed, but I’m the first to admit that I shy away from patterns. And bold colours. They both rock a palette that is heavy on denim, black and olive… thank goodness for pajamas, and Easter-coloured undies at least!!
How bland is your wardrobe? Is it just me? Wait… I think I already know the answer to this question.