I am very much into choosing my battles. Madeline‘s fashion choices are just one of those battles I choose to avoid. At least for now. Ask me again when she’s a teenager. Oh right. I won’t have much say-so then either.
Really, this is the perfect age to get away with an outfit like this. When I got her dressed this morning, I started with the capris. And we both agreed. Then she wanted to wear a pink flowered shirt (you can see a peek on it on the bottom left), which was fine, except it was sleeveless with skinny spaghetti straps and it was a little chilly today, so we compromised with that shirt and a sweater over it.
Yesterday at school she made a tie-dyed shirt. When she saw it come out of the dryer today, she wanted it on. Now. Over everything. Yes, even the pink sweater and spaghetti-strapped flowered shirt. Alrighty then.
And then the shoes. I put socks on her first and then the shoes, to avoid blisters. She was having none of that. Truth be told, she’s usually running around the house barefoot so I’m probably lucky that there are even shoes on her feet to begin with.
This picture was taken before the six rosaries and umpteen Silly Bandz hit the outfit.
But with a face like this, how can I argue?