It’s a girl thang

When my daughter was much younger, I loved dressing her.  Girl clothes are just adorable and I was satisfying years of pent-up “pink lacy, twirly things” yearning.  To put it bluntly, I bought up the entire internet of girlie stuff, and pretty much cleaned out the Quicksilver outlet of all things Teenie Wahine.  I single handedly caused inflation.

(interrupted by my son who asked me how to make a capital, cursive letter “Y”……and I couldn’t do it. WTF?  I guess our writing becomes quite slang over the years, and, well, whatevah!!  He said, hey!  Lets look it up on the internet. And we did. And it was there.  Is that not flippin’ weird? Ahem..)

Fast forward to today.  She has a closet full of adorable clothes…..But, every! flippin’! morning! there is wailing and screaming.  I dread the time after breakfast when I must take her to her room to get dressed.  I stare at the closet door because I know that there are, out of a sea of clothing, 2 or 3 dresses that she will wear.  Cinderellas wedding dress, a Snow White dress, and a ballet skirt with a tank top.  Shoes have been reduced to a pair of black velvet dress ups, and her Ugg boots, and I am telling you, she is stylin’ when she wears her Snow white get up with her Uggs.

Getting her dressed into anything else sounds like I am pulling her fingers off one by one and dipping them in alcohol….toes too.

Her closet has become a war zone. 

If I put pants on her, she screams, then rolls the legs up so that it looks like a skirt.

Oh, and there must be tulle attached to anything below the waist.

Pink tulle.

With sparkles.

I did this. I take most of the blame.  Her love of pink satin came from my love of seeing her in it.  She wears nightgowns because I have had her in them since she was was a baby. 

I could have put potatoe sacks on my boys and they would have cared the less. 

A few weeks ago, I decided to pick my battles, and let her wear whatever.  The result was her wearing a Snow White costume to my doctors appointment.  I got a few stares, and many “Oh, how adorable!” comments.  It was painless, but I somehow feel that I have turned control over to her.  Sort of like she won.  I know this sounds ridiculous, but I am treading over unknown territory.  The land of estrogen and its many land mines (peek over to the right and see the relief fund set up for my injuries.  Go check out Baby Dagny….the stuff is adorable.  Check out the Shakespeare Pantlets!)

So, you guys with girls.  Is this just a girl thing?  Or have I created a tulle freak?  Or just a child with no sense of style?

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***Oh, hey!  Did you know that it is de-lurking week?  It appears that I am a bit late to the party! Again. I am loving all the de-lurkers who have posted already!  So, de-lurk the rest of you!!Â