fashion maven in the making

I dunno who she belongs to. The girl is so not my daughter. Any person that willingly changes clothes FIVE times in one day defies logic...

Now, it might take me awhile to find something to wear each day, but you better believe that once it's on, it's not comin' off until bedtime - or until the smell of spit-up sends me over the edge. No lie, just a little while ago I'm driving home from a quick jaunt to the store. I have the window cracked and I think to myself, my what an odorous evening! There's skunk, fertilizer and this persistent sour smell. I'm stumped. What is it?? I lean a tad too close to the shoulder that had supported a very sleepy baby head not 30 minutes earlier.

Bingo.

Yuck. I so stink. And I was out in public, stinking. AND I ran into a neighbor sporting Eau d'Asher puke. Not good.

Grrr. I will NOT miss the day that boy stops sharing his meals with my clothes!

A serious digression. Was I not talking about my un-daughter and her clothes-changin' mutated gene? I know you moms of girls are smiling and saying "it's a girl thing". You might even be thinking, "aren't you a girl?" Well, yeah, I am. Just not a girly-girl. And oh, how Avery is...a pink-lovin', dress-up wearin', high-heeled, make-uped, bejeweled princess.

Makes me laugh. Mostly at her daddy. Who swore she wouldn't wear all pink. All the time.

We were out of the house most of today so Avery's desire to change wardrobe was hindered. BUT, when it came time to go to my parents, Avery approached me with a "I need to change clothes. C'mon. Let's go." There is a clean pile of laundry on the chair closest to me. "How about something in here?" I ask, hopeful.

"No, I need something sparkly." I'm crestfallen, my face falls. The girl is on a never-ending quest for sparkly clothes and there just aren't that many in the house. We comb through the closet, we find a suitable outfit - one that meets the "sparkly" criteria:

A sparkly red velvet Santa dress complete with fur trim...and flip flops.

Ho-ho-ho.