Lucy has been dressing herself for quite some time now. Today she selected this outfit because she wanted to be Italian. Earlier we were looking at a picture book about Venice. She really liked the gondoliers. But she especially liked the girls wearing capri pants standing next to their Vespas. That's my girl! Thanks to the Pizas, who went to Pisa, for the awesome shirt--not so much for the whistle.
Lucy takes great pride in her outfits and will readily scold you if you even suggest she wear something that does not remotely match. By matching she means every shade of blue on blue, every shade of pink on pink, stripes on stripes--it doesn't matter what color or which direction--as long as they are stripes, etc., etc. During potty-training, we would reward her with 2 jellybeans whenever she used the toilet. She would insist that those 2 jellybeans match whatever she was wearing at that moment. If she was wearing a brown shirt and blue jeans she had to have a blue one and a brown one. If that brown one was root beer she would usually gag and spit it out but would not ask for another. She was perfectly content with the fact that her jellybeans had matched, even if they tasted like ass.
Here are a few samples of the budding fashionista's selections.
"I plan to color-coordinate with the landscape for the rest of my life."
Accessories must always match.
The Elton John phase, but still matching!
She did have a few misses.
"Oy! What was I thinking?"
"Thank goodness for polka dots!" Lots and lots of polka dots.
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