The week my seven-year-old was my stylist

It’s back! My daughter has been put in charge of my wardrobe again, and at the request of my mate Hugzilla, I’m sharing the results again.

The week my seven-year-old was my stylist differs slightly from The week my six-year-old was my stylist, The week my five-year-old was my stylist (summer edition) and The week my five-year-old was my stylist because my daughter decided to up the styling ante. She decided to use some styling prompts at the beginning of the week, and by the end of the week she was seeking #pinspiration from some of my Instagram favourites.

(Perhaps she’s been reading this blog post.)

So sit back and enjoy the outfit stylings of my darling daughter.

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Monday. The prompt was ‘Manicure Monday’.

My daughter knows that I don’t like nail polish, so she decided to ‘nail’ Monochrome Monday instead with this favourite patterned skirt and black shirt, tights and shoes. Something I’d easily have chosen myself, and perfect for the day at work.

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Tuesday. The prompt was ‘Pineapple’.

“Mum, you don’t own anything with pineapples on it. You don’t even like pineapple, do you?”

True story. My daughter rethought the ‘pineapple’ prompt and decided that yellow and green was close enough. My daughter chose a patterned dress with yellow and green in the design, and again teamed it with black work-appropriate outfits. I had a huge offsite meeting this day and felt dressed to impress in this ensemble!

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Wednesday. The prompt was ‘Rompin’ Around’.

With a forecast top of 12 degrees and a planned day at the zoo, my daughter sensibly sidestepped the few summertastic rompers and jumpsuits in my possession and decided I could romp around the zoo in nice, warm layers. Thanks, darling girl! An owl jumper and leopard-print kicks nodded to the animal theme of the day, and black was again the colour of choice for everything else.

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Thursday. The prompt was ‘Lovely Lace’.

“I don’t want to put you in lace today. I want you to wear your triangle dress.”

Just like that, the prompts were discarded. No sign of black today (phew – I was getting worried!). Bright colours, fun patterns and tall boots ruled for a day I spent caring for a few children from my daughter’s school on the second-last day of the school holidays.

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Friday. A #pinspired day.

My daughter pointed to a star dress she’d been asking me to wear for weeks now. “Can we do that copy an outfit thing you do sometimes? Do you have a picture of someone wearing this dress?”

Turns out I did! I showed my daughter this picture of Lily from Slow Down Style (Instagram here – blog coming soon), and she selected a leopard-print belt and tan ankle boots (and a bonus cardigan, tights and hat because FREEZING). An autumn look winterised in moments.

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Saturday. Another #pinspired day.

My daughter decided she liked this outfit-matching caper so much she wanted to try it herself, and asked if any of my Instagram friends had pictures with kids in them too.

Turns out they did! I showed my daughter this picture of Beth from Almost Posh (Instagram here – blog here) with her mini-me, and she jumped up and down in excitement because she had the same pair of leggings. She ummed and aahed over whether to wear a grey t-shirt to match the colour, or an animal t-shirt to match the style. Animal won the day. Sunnies for mum, turn our heads to the side and CLICK! Truly pinspirational.

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Sunday. The day we forgot to get a pic.

Oops.

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We had a ball. My daughter loves being trusted with my wardrobe, and I like that she finds new combinations of the items I wear every day, and even finds things I’d forgotten about tucked away at the back.

This is the fourth time we’ve done this, and my daughter now tones down her own natural, colourful, print-clashing style when choosing my outfits to make sure I’m comfortable, particularly when it’s a work day and she knows I need to look professional. Her consideration for me while choosing my outfits was lovely to watch, and her excitement when she presented each outfit with a flourish was contagious.

We started doing this years ago because it meant a lot to her. But it now means just as much to me. This activity might fill her bucket, but watching her undertake it fills my heart.

 

Have you ever let your child(ren) choose your outfits? Would you?