Fashion Expert

All right, I have to admit that in a pinch, I turn to Evie for fashion advice. Just Friday when I found an awesome $12.00 dress on a clearance rack, brought it home, and was agonizing over how to complete the ensemble--I turned to my personal consultant for help.

"Evie, do you think it looks better with the cardigan, or should I just go with the button-up underneath?" She told me that both were cute, but it looked better with the button-up. And 10 minutes later when I decided that maybe a 5-year old didn't know it all, and I would try a T-shirt, she told me again to go with the button-up. So what did I wear on Sunday? My new $12.00 dress with a white button-up underneath.

It was Saturday morning when she sealed the deal for me. I knew she deserved my full confidence when Evie bounded down the stairs in this little get-up, and emphatically declared, "Mom, I match!"

I simply replied, "Oh, you do?"

"Yes, because, look there's this blue on the shirt, and this blue here on the skirt."

"Ah yes I see that, but the skirt is what's called a plaid, and the shirt is striped, and technically, you're not supposed to wear a plaid and a stripe together."

She paused for a moment, and then said, "Well I feel cute, so I match!" And she turned around and started to play with Elyse.

My first impulse was incredulous indignation, then I started to laugh, and finally I just admired--all throughout the day--at lunch at Pickle Time, in Kohls, and at home. And when she snuggled down in her soft Belle jammies that night, I swelled with pride and hope that she would never lose that vision, never let social mores determine how she felt about herself. Because dang it, Evie! You ARE cute--stripes and plaids and all! And thanks for the advice on the dress. I felt cute on Sunday too. ;-)