The other night I mixed business with pleasure. Me the Professional Writer met Me the Queen of Mommyland (both well-dressed, of course) for cocktails and heavy hors devours at a holiday media party.
By Mommy Me I mean, that’s right, I took mini-me. Baby with sippy and mommy with martini (don’t worry, hubby was there too). Might have seemed foolish in the beginning (child exclaimed with merriment when we arrived, “I don’t want the party to ever end!”). But after she behaved better and was more charming than some of the drunk industry pros, I felt I had made the right decision. Besides, there’s no problem a portable DVD player quickly pulled from my hobo bag can’t fix.
At the close of the evening (a lame 7:45pm), a fellow media friend stopped me and said, “Your daughter redefines the word ‘precocious.’” He also threw out, “She’s independent, too. Wonder where she got that from?” Whatever. Shut up.
It’s true. My little daughter, when it comes to most things, has her own big ideas. Especially when it comes to…you guessed it…what she wants to wear. When she was an infant, she wouldn’t wear anything with a collar. Her tiny tot version would slowly prowl Macy’s women’s department, exclaiming, “This is cute,” when she stumbled upon a nice piece. She wears sweaters in the summer time. And the only way I can get her to wear a dress is to call it a long shirt.
Idiosyncrasies aside, she actually loves clothes. She loves to mix and match leggings with cardigans. And she even corrected daddy the other day. Clearly he was holding a pair of capris, not pants. She tries on my skyscraper heels (and, God bless her, she can actually walk a few feet before toppling over…sounds like a few women at the holiday party). She will always tell me I look beautiful in something…until I don’t and then she’ll explain why.
On this snowy today, I was desperately trying to find something to do and I came across a great site—a perfect amalgamation of her love of colors and clothes. In fact when I was playing with the site, she came around the corner and quickly asked, “Can I look at the pretty dresses?”
Fashion Playtes lets design her own clothes, with colors, patterns, trims, etc. This is just like the ancient pencil, stencil and paper version I had from when I was a little girl (my dad saved everything). We haven’t used the actual retail side of the site yet, since I’m pretty sure the sizes are too big for her. But for now we’ll just make a nice wardrobe collection. By the time we’re done, we might rival the latest Michael Kors runway show. And this is easier than trying to book her on Project Runway.