I fear what fashion insiders might have to say about these questionable choices below…
But whatever… it was CHRISTMAS. Also known as: My-own-excuse-to-create-the-most-frivolous-fashion-frenziness for my girls. That’s how it works. I’m the Mom. And since I’m blessed with two little girls, I take my responsibility to dress them for fabulous occasions VERY seriously. (No, it’s not frivolous… it’s FUN. I also personally believe it drives that old point home about how some days are just plain more special than others. How you choose to dress is reflective and respective of that. But that’s just me.)
So, here were our self-made rules for holiday style this past week:
WE ROCKED OUR INNER RUDOLF AND WENT RED. The bigger the dress, the better the fun. The pouffier, the prettier. Even if everyone under the age of 2 is tired and not interested to even glance over at the camera or sit still whatsoever. (Even when you beg that Grandma+Grandpa to keep snapping another one… and another one… and another one with the hope that somehow they’ll catch a decent shot between the wiggles and whining. They didn’t.)
WE DRESSED TO COMPLEMENT OUR NEW TOYS. Our new purple My Little Pony may have talked nonstop and refused to shutup for even a minute on Christmas Day, but she sure made our wardrobe selection a lot easier that day (purple everything… down to those famous shoes). Thanks for that one, Santa. And we can’t forget the addendum to this concept: IF IT’S YOUR *FIRST* CHRISTMAS, YOU *MUST* DECLARE IT. ON YOUR OUTFIT… WITH A SPARKLY TUTU.
Finally, THE MOM (me) MATCHED HER BROOD. This is my new personal trademark lately. I’ve done it with animal print. I’ve done it with matching colors. I’ve NOW done it with FUR. Count ’em: 1, 2, 3 faux furs (mini-furs thanks to Target, around $25 each). (I would’ve made that pony wear one too if I’d thought ahead.) Same color, same texture, same obnoxious foolishness that we had no trouble flaunting in the cold weather… and no trouble giggling about it with family members who I imagine now think I’m totally off-my-rocker if they weren’t sure before.
Like I said, dressing my little girls is a responsibility I take VERY seriously. So seriously that I can’t help but shriek and giggle with glee. Wheeeeeeeee!!!
DID YOU FLAUNT ANY FAB+FOOLISH HOLIDAY STYLE THIS YEAR?
