The Day My Fashion Sense Went on Vacation
It all started with a stray thought. You know, the kind that pops into your head while you’re desperately trying to convince a tiny human that pants are, in fact, necessary. My three-year-old daughter, Lily, stood defiant, clutching a sparkly tutu and a feather boa. “But Mommy,” she wailed, “THIS is pretty!” And that’s when the thought hit: Why not? Why not let Lily, my little fashionista-in-training, take the reins of my wardrobe for a week?
Now, before you picture a parade of princess dresses and rain boots, let me clarify: I set some ground rules. Work was off-limits (my boss already questions my sanity). And while I applaud Lily‘s commitment to self-expression, I drew the line at swimwear for grocery shopping. But within those parameters, my wardrobe was her oyster. What could possibly go wrong?
Day 1: My Toddler, the Superhero Stylist
Monday morning arrived with the subtle grace of a glitter bomb. I stumbled into the living room, bleary-eyed and craving coffee, to find Lily beaming beside a pile of clothes that could only be described as “eclectic.”
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