my favourite clothes II

For me one of the great things about parenting (the greatest?) is watching the people I have brought into the world unfold. Tonight the girls are off to the school disco. Up to now they have had no great interest in what they wear to these events and there have been times when I have almost been ashamed of their dress. Showing up in the first thing they can find, as they do and not prepared to have me dictate hasn't made for sartorial elegance. Today though, The Princess decided on the checked dress over the skinny leg jeans and declared that The Tomboy was not to wear the same thing.

This caused a problem because the checked dress and the skinny leg jeans are the items of the moment and there are not too many other options. After all, they spend most of their lives in school uniform so there's just no call for an extensive disco wardrobe.

Miss Tomboy has decided that Mum's clothes are a good option in a scrape so she had a scrounge and settled on a decidedly ordinary green shirt, unironed for the grunge effect, with the skinny jeans. Then a further dig in the wardrobe produced a waistcoat. Many sizes too big and twenty years old but sparkly and colourful it was just the thing!

I always loved the waistcoat and even without much reason to wear it these days I couldn't part with it.
I'm just delighted and amused with the whole story. I think the clothing dictatorship is funny, I love the resourcefulness of looking through Mums gear, most of all I love the way she has the panache to put together a pile of stuff that doesn't fit, is unironed and out of date. And she looks great. Scruffy but great. That's my girl!