Last August, I let my daughter choose my outfits for a week.
And, after endless
whining requests to do it again, I caved in graciously opened my wardrobe to her again. Last week, my daughter chose everything I wore. Every day. From head to toe, she was my stylist.
Here’s how it went.
Monday. My daughter chose a dress I hadn’t worn since she was born, and flat shoes in the same colour.
My daughter has been asking me about this dress for a long time. In fact, I’m 90% sure the main reason she wanted to be in charge of my wardrobe again was simply to make me wear it. This old-school Review dress came with us to the supermarket and the library, and while it wasn’t as comfortable as jeans and a t-shirt, it didn’t really hold me back from doing anything.
Tuesday. A simple monochrome outfit with a striped dress, polka dot shoes and a wide-brimmed hat. (TA-DA! pose and cheesy grin sold separately.)
I have a confession to make: I didn’t wear this all day Tuesday. First thing that morning, my daughter chose a cocktail dress and stilettos. But we spent the morning at the Botanical Gardens having a picnic, so I pulled rank and wore shorts (for modesty purposes), a long-sleeved shirt (for sun protection purposes) and flat sandals (for der purposes).
But as soon as we got home, my daughter insisted I change. Not into the outfit she had originally chosen, but into this. Ahhh. Much better than the dress and stilettos combination! This was simple and comfortable, and I love the contrast of the stripes and dots. Winner.
Wednesday. Another dress (I’m sensing a pattern here), this time teamed with a scarf and boots.
It was cool in Melbourne on Wednesday morning, so forgive the goosebumps in the pic. But as the day continued, the sun came out and this was a lovely outfit to wear. The boots have 10cm heels, however, which made our afternoon walk to the post office and the park a little uncomfortable, and a lot slow.
Thursday. A shift from dresses to tops and skirts, with today’s choice featuring a floral tank, an olive green midi skirt and mustard peep toe heels.
I loved Thursday’s outfit. It was so comfortable (yes, even the shoes!), and the skirt was long enough to make running around with the kids at the park, hanging from the monkey bars and going down the slide possible, if not fully practical. And it was absolutely perfect for sitting on the front lawn and watching the diggers, trucks and council workers that came to resurface the road in the afternoon. (The kids had a ball. I’m pretty sure it rated higher on their entertainment metre than a trip to the pool or to a play centre. It may even have rated higher than chocolate or TV!)
Friday. Another tank and another skirt, with matching (or, some might argue, clashing) polka dot shoes and belt.
When my daughter picked out all of these elements on Thursday night, I cringed. (I also had a flashback to last August, when she chose a similar outfit, also for the Friday.) Squares! Stripes! Checks! Spots! Monochromatic pattern overload! But somehow, I again think it all worked. I don’t like this monochromatic print clash of epic proportions as much as I liked the winter version, but it ain’t bad. And it was perfect for a morning of kiddlywink haircuts and shopping centre entertainment, and an afternoon bike ride (kids) and walk (me).
And for those of you who can’t be bothered to visit the August post (fair enough!), here’s the direct comparison:
(Side note: apparently I’m incapable of smiling on Fridays. The days are long but the weeks are … infinite? Hooray for weekends!)
Saturday. A green and black patterned long-sleeved shirt, a pleated skirt with black, white, green and purple stripes, and black wedge pumps.
I spent most of Saturday at the computer, so my outfit wasn’t particularly important. A pity, because I quite like this one! And I never would have put it together myself. My daughter haz mad skillz. I’ll be putting this on the possible client meeting/job interview outfit list.
Sunday. Another top, another skirt, and the return of the mega-high booties.
I like this top. I like this skirt. I like these boots. But I don’t like them all together. So here comes another confession: this outfit didn’t last all day. There was a legitimate reason – I bought a new bike on Sunday, and couldn’t ride it in this skirt and boots – but I’ll admit it was a relief to get out of this outfit and into something more practical.
Just as in August, this was a fun activity to do with my daughter. Although she put me in these seven outfits, she came up with far more options during the week just for fun. I’m sure she would love to dress me for the entire year.
I learnt a lot the first time my daughter chose my outfits, and those lessons stand:
- I might not be a fashion and beauty blogger, but my daughter may very well become one. A very good one, at that.
- It’s good to get someone else to look at your wardrobe. They’ll see it with fresh eyes and put together combinations you’d never thought of.
- It’s worth wearing your ‘special’ clothes for everyday activities. Why save a dress or skirt that you love for ‘special’ occasions? Why not make every day special?
- The grin on my daughter’s face every time I wore something she chose was worth it. In fact, it would have been worth wearing a paper bag all week for that grin.
- Listen to your kids. They let you know loud and clear (and early) what their interests are. Encourage them, even if it means wearing some interesting outfits!
And this time, I learnt a bonus lesson: my daughter likes us to match.
(Bonus bonus lesson: she only has one pair of summer shoes that fit. It’s probably time to buy her another pair.)
So, will we do it again? Probably. Will I blog it again? Probably not. I wouldn’t want you all thinking I’ve become a fashion and beauty blogger, now, would I?
Have you ever handed control of your wardrobe to one of your children? What do you think you’d be wearing if you did?