Fashionista

Lately, Miriam has been more and more aware of what she is wearing and what pictures and decals it might have on it. Along with this comes a more passionate desire to choose what she wears. Usually I offer her a choice between complete outfits so we don't have anything terribly crazy. But that could only last for so long. Yesterday while we were getting ready to go to Wheeler Farm for an afternoon activity, her purple pants had sat in something and had to be changed. While we were at her closet, she grabbed her favorite skirt, a pink gingham pattern with a tiny little Elmo tag on the side. She wasn't about to not wear it. At the same time, she did NOT want to take off her yellow shirt with the purple flowers. Purple, pink, and blue are the three colors she can identify with a pretty good percentage so she knew I knew what she was talking about. I finally gave in and let her wear pink gingham with purple flowers, along with her favorite hat, thinking that the whole ensemble might detract from the red road rash she currently sports on her cheek, her ear, and down her neck. No, it not poorly applied blush. I am still in control of that, at least. I should have realized it really wouldn't have mattered. After her wade in the ditch turned into a sit down, she stood up and declared "WET!" So the mismatched outfit came off, but she enthusiastically opted to keep the hat. She loves hats and any time she sees somebody wearing one, she shouts "HAT!" But I shouldn't have been surprised at how well she pulled the entire look off. This little chica just might be rewriting the fashion code.