I just read this post, something I wrote exactly three years ago today, and I had to laugh. I distinctly remember that day, partly because I blogged about it and partly because I was so proud of myself for not saying anything to Amy about what she was wearing. And I remember it being hard to bite my tongue.
If I had known what outfits would follow (and the sheer number…she changes at least twice a day, often more), I may have had a heart attack that day. I don’t remember when it became easy to keep my mouth shut, but Amy continues to have her own style and I absolutely love how she dresses. One day I plan to put together some sort of collage with the pictures we have of her various outfits. Just the other day she had on a pair of purple leggings, a red and white skort over the leggings, a dark pink long-sleeved shirt and a turquoise short-sleeved shirt over top. And last night we went for dinner at a friend’s house and she was disappointed because she’d forgotten her skirt in the car. The skirt she had planned to wear as a hat.
I honestly don’t know if I’m doing her a disservice by not teaching her about “matching”. But I refuse to. She is showing so much independence in her clothing choices, and it’s a quality I admire and want to foster. Not to mention the entertainment value that goes along with it.