Friday, April 29, 2011
The smallest went through all of last winter fairly close to nudey. There was a mobile back-up wardrobe in the car but the kid has a stubborn streak (no notion from whence that comes) and rarely gave in to warm cladding. This fazed me for a while, until I realised it was one of those Choose Your Battle parenting scenarios. I’m not even sure if the kid caught a sniffle last winter.
This year I thought I’d have another whirl at coaxing her over to the Dark Side; reintroducing the concept of warm and toasty. This hot water bottle cover was crafted from a thrifted blanket and is still cosy-cosy and still going strong. And the super-snuggly blanket with the hot water bottle shape cut out, is occasionally thrown over a bed. Only now the blanket has a hole the shape of a tunic dress.
The kid was only mildly won over by the overwhelming orangeness and general lack of pink and puce-ness but signed on the dotted line, after I pulled that old doily trick out of the hat. (Love that old doily trick).
Then the weather forgot all about Autumn and turned really rather warm and the small was sweltering in her dress...
but still smiling, because let’s face it, the kid’s thermostat is entirely out of whack.
The dress was cobbled together on a wing, prayer and a vague glance at a real piece of small kid clothing. This is why there is that slot thing at the back which was going to fasten with a button and a loop. Except it fits more comfortably without a button and loop. So really it’s only a test dress and while I know I should care about such matters, I’m afraid I really don’t. Talk to me after it’s been properly cold-weather-tested.