Fredericks of Hollywood at 5?
Back-to-school shopping is a nightmare. I would voluntarily peel all the flesh from my frame with a spork in exchange for a closet full of hip, modest, properly fitting clothing for my 5-year-old daughter.
Yes, I am that desperate.
Check out the rest of this woe some tale over at Capessa
August 31st, 2007 at 9:08 am
Sheesh you’re not kidding…..
Try having a 3 year old who is freakishly tall, very narrow, tiny hips, and narrow shoulders….I get pants for her and it looks like she is gettin ready for a flood.
makes me bonkers.. lol
August 31st, 2007 at 9:29 am
Do what I do and make your own!
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/brigidvw/SarahsPaperDress.jpg
August 31st, 2007 at 11:17 am
Just wait until she’s a teenager… it gets scarier. My 11-year-old is happy with jeans and t-shirts with horses on them, but my 13-year-old… I don’t know if we’ll be letting her out of the house again in anything but a muumuu until she’s over 21. If then.
August 31st, 2007 at 1:08 pm
I should so sew for your kid.
August 31st, 2007 at 2:34 pm
These are the times that I am glad I have boys.
But then when I see fighter-gun-monster graphic Ts, I am not so sure.
August 31st, 2007 at 10:30 pm
I especially like the t-shirts that say “flirt” on them in sequins. Oh, and the toddler thongs that the Gap now provides. Most of them say “want to know a secret?” Motherfucker. I swear to Jebus this world is insane.
September 1st, 2007 at 8:48 pm
I was just thinking the other day about the t-shirts that are selling these days. Things that have rude sayings on them like, “I don’t like you either.” or “You Can Talk To Me When You See Monkeys Flying Out Of My Butt.”
Where’s the love, man???
Especially for kids…I mean my kids certainly don’t need any help or encouragement in the sassy category.
September 6th, 2007 at 1:01 pm
My mom sews a lot for my daughter who is three (yes, I know I am very lucky) and I notice that she looks much “younger” than the others in her daycare when she wears cotton print shorts and matching top or denim pants with an elastic waist. I think she doesn’t look “hip” sometimes. Then, I remind myself that she isn’t *supposed* to, being only three. It’s us that they market to - unless your husband shops, mine sure doesn’t - if we stop buying, they’ll have to make something else. Of course, I’m generally opposed to licensed characters, too. Between Kiks, even some Old Navy shirts with no slogans and my mom’s sewing we’re doing okay.