I was folding laundry this week, sorting the piles of the girls’ things. Tops, bottoms, jammies: the three mounds I toss the items into. As I sifted through the clothes, I noticed that Karenna’s pajama pile was mile-high and that she hadn’t really been wearing any other pieces this summer. The kid loves jammies. And bathing suits. So that’s basically what she’s spent this season in. Recently she has been particularly difficult, behaviorally speaking, so it’s become a “choose your battles” kind of summer. After fighting her all day about every little thing, the last thing I feel ready to do is to force her into something she doesn’t want to wear. So I let her choose her wardrobe. And that is why, if you ever see us, she’s the one at the grocery store wearing a bikini, some leg-warmers, bright blue rubber gloves (not even kidding on this one) and a pair of cowboy boots. I just don’t care anymore.
We do insist that she dress appropriately if we’re going out somewhere special, like to a friend’s or family’s home for dinner, or when we go to church. Aside from that, all bets are off and it’s kind of hilarious. I think she’s taking fashion cues from Lady Gaga most days, but I will put my foot down if she sews her own meat dress.
Do you let your kids wear crazy stuff in public? Or do you draw the line somewhere much more civilized than I do?