My children all have their own style, as it were. (I'm using the word "style" in the loosest sense of the word.)
Starting with the oldest: Jakob puts really random shirts with pants. For a while he absolutely had to wear Spider man shirts, back when Spider man was the shizzle. On Sundays he wears this awful shirt -that's meant to go under a sweater- by itself with a clip-on tie. The shirt isn't bad under the sweater, but alone it's...yikes. (Says the girl with two hooded tops on.)
Brock is the monochromatic man. He wears gray pants with a gray sweatshirt, green pants with a green sweatshirt. (Monochromatic is supposed to be slimming, though, right?) The gray and green pants are too small, too, but that's my bad. Since getting new Sunday shoes, he'll wear them around the house to complete his look, and of course they're on the wrong feet.
Troy has begun to have an opinion about what he's wearing. The other day he asked for a specific shirt. He refuses to wear a sweater to church. (The poor people's eyes at church-they must burn when my family walks in to the chapel.) He wouldn't wear his new Sunday shoes to church-they had to be his normal shoes. He also won't accept help putting on his coat, so half the time it ends up upside-down.
Oh, and jammies all day long is an option in our household.
And then there's poor Ivy. She really can't help her fashion mishaps at this juncture. But her nature hasn't really helped her out. Don't get me wrong, she's as cute as a button. A really, really round, fat button. I don't know what to call her shape: Apple-bottomed? Thunder thighed? Lovely lady lumped? All pants that have structure/not much give to them can barely be shoved onto her ample behind/thigh area. Those plaid pants she has on are pulling on her legs and cutting off circulation to her feet.
I had to take the pants off to let her legs "breathe". And the hair. *sigh* It sticks up every which way, following Pete's genes in that area. Hey, at least she has hair-I was bald until I was about 2. (Check out those thighs. Michelin man, right?)
So there you have it, a what NOT to wear guide presented by The Nat Pack. Oh, and if any of you want to nominate me for TLC's What Not to Wear, feel free. I'm totally open to getting a new wardrobe and spending a week in NYC with Stacy and Clinton. And getting my hair and makeup done by Nick and Carmindy, respectively. Just let me know ahead of time so I don't answer the door in my jammies.
7 comments:
Hey, at least your children are clothed! And, at least Brock is putting colors that match together...it could be worse!
I think they all look great! Of course, this is coming from a grown woman whose work clothes include Iron Man, Harry Potter, and Far Side t-shirts.
You always make me laugh with your posts. At my house our motto is "choose your battles". So, we often let our kids wear awful looking clothes and tennis shoes to church, and don't even get me started about their hair...oh that hair!
I agree with Janae - you gotta pick your battles. Hence the reason I'm allowing Dylan to do the mohawk thing with his hair. I think that is so funny that Brock wears one color on bottom and top. I didn't know he did that! Ah, your kids are so stinkin' funny.
I looove your blog. And I totally love What Not to Wear - maybe Stacy and Clinton could do a special Relief Society activity for our ward.
That would be a fun RS activity. I am all about the jammies all day long. For some reason my kids aren't so bad when it comes to picking out their clothes. I am not sure how I managed that. They do dress better than me though, maybe someone could nominate us together for What Not to Wear. I am always game for someone else buying stylish clothes for me.
You are totally hillarious!! The picture of Ivy by the Michelin Man- uncanny. Good luck with getting on the show. A week in NY with no kids- nice. It's just the embarassing secret footage that I'd be worried about.
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