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.