Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Because I’m a bit slow on the uptake, the day after I morphed the glittery size 16 ladies jumper into a toddler dress and the two year old refused to ever, not ever, (not even when hell freezes over) wear it, I thought I’d give the clothing the toddler thing One. Last. Whirl. Leonie recently posted a tute on a simple (and you can make it reversible!) wrap skirt. There was nothing to lose.
Whipped up in a jiffy, I went with the suggested kid-friendly velcro closure. Half the morning battles these days, are initiated by two year old I DO IT MYSELF! frustration. With a minimum of help, the kid can manage dressing with velcro.
She loved the skirt long enough to get her in the car for a visit to the glorious McClelland Gallery + Sculpture Park.
Long enough to wave at the inspiring Dame Elisabeth lunching in the cafeteria.
Long enough for some impressively sized sculptural pieces to go entirely unnoticed.
Long enough for the smallest (kid-height) details to undergo intense scrutiny.
Long enough to FREAK OUT at the weird, echo-ey voices coming from the sphere-thingies...
Long enough to dig out the fish escape route.
NOT long enough to find the car and be back home.
Turns out velcro skirts are even easier for a toddler to remove. Turns out ripping off a skirt provides great dramatic effect at the height of a hissy fit. Turns out the toddler only ever wanted to wear the same sleeveless party dress for seven days running, including the frosty autumnal morning bits (dead horses all fallen by the wayside – at least she’s not nudey). Turns out Mummy should plaster a ‘KID IS NOT COLD EVEN IF SHE LOOKS BLUE’ sign on her own forehead, to ward off the holier-than-thou tutting that comes from supermarket shopping on the same day as Discount for Pensioners Day.
Flogged horse pronounced clinically dead and buried sans fanfare.