The Gaffer has developed a new and unique sense of fashion that is so entertaining and heartwarming that I just have to share.
First, it is important that you all know that she has become a worm. I’m not sure if I blogged about the snail phase or not. I certainly wrote about the Tinkerbell phase in the spring. In August she became a worm and has been living a snail life for several months. Mr. Husband and I became Momma Snail and Daddy Snail. Her bed was a snail hole and she made very high-pitched squeal-like snail sounds when she needed attention. I don’t believe there is a mollusk in the world who is capable of her snail sounds but a little imagination must be necessary when you are a snail, without a shell, living on dry land.
Last week however, she woke up as a worm. Sherman the Worman to be exact. He is the drummer on the Backyardigans. She has embraced his name, his invertebrate status and has begun life as a split-tailed earthworm, thus explaining her two legs. Of course Mr. Husband and I are now Momma Worm and Daddy Worm and I am not sure if we have moved up or down the evolutionary scale.
In any event, Sherman’s wardrobe, which has always been rather eclectic, has begun to fit her worm status. As we are in ski season, and she spends her days at Snow Bear Camp, she has to wear a balaclava under her helmut. There is nothing better for a worm apparently than a tie-dyed wormhead and she now dons it when she wakes and will only take it off for sleep.
Sherman in wormhead, ski shirt, undershirt, and tights.
Here she is the next day in wormhead, long johns, turtleneck, tights and princess dress. Earlier in the day she sported this lovely ensemble in the ski lodge with yellow high-heeled Belle princess slippers. Quite the apres-ski garb!
And finally, this morning! Long Johns on Head because Sherman has grown ears, a turtleneck on her legs so that she can have a worm tail and then jammies underneath, ‘cuz they’re cozy.
We had to change this outfit eventually because we couldn’t get the ski pants on with the tail. The Long johns went on the legs, the wormhead back on top and then the Christmas Party dress over entire package and tucked into ski pants.
Could life be any more fun?
Don’t you wish there were days you could still get away with this stuff?