Pudding is a fashionista. What makes me so sure? Well, for starters, if you ask her what she is, she’ll undoubtedly reply, “I’m a fashionista.”
There is also the fact that she is incredibly picky about what she wears. These days, she will only wear dresses. The only attire for any occasion, big or small, is a dress. It isn’t a sensory thing. Her choices vary from scratchy materials, to soft and velvety, form-fitting and loose and flowing. It isn’t a colour thing. She usually likes pink, but there is a pink dress hanging in her wardrobe that she is yet to wear, despite pink being her favourite colour. It isn’t a heat thing. While we are currently baking in the hot humid swampland that is the DC-metro area, she carries the dress thing on right through the seasons. Fortunately, she can be persuaded to wear tights and leggings in the winter.
So yes, the kid likes dresses. We are told to not let her fixate and obsess too much though, and try and mix things up with her a little so she doesn’t become too reliant on routines and upset when things don’t go her way (ha!).
This morning we were planning a trip to her favourite playground, wonderful place named Clemyjontri park that has been designed so that all kids of all abilities can play together. Partly by design, and partly because I’m lazy, she was down to just the one dress hanging in the wardrobe- the aforementioned pink one that she won’t wear. I gave it to her- cue tantrum. I left to resume getting ready and so that she could work out her next move. Spectrummy Daddy decided to help by putting the pink dress on her- cue bigger tantrum. I convinced him that leaving her to solve the problem would be more beneficial. Moments later she entered our room carrying the dress she had worn yesterday. My rebuttal that she couldn’t wear dirty clothes to go out was met with bitter snarling eventual acceptance. No, she would not wear a skirt, no she would not wear shorts. No to every garment she encountered. Until she came across a flower romper Spectrummy Daddy bought when we had a garment emergency (because fashionistas have those) due to carsickness. I held my breath as she got dressed. Maybe we would get out of the house today. Spectrummy Daddy was overjoyed- exclaiming, “Pudding’s got a romper on!” before my don’t-say-a-word look could register. Immediately and most articulately she replied, “That’s. A. Dress.”
So once again the fashionista got to wear a dress, and you’d better not say otherwise.
That is all I have to write for now. Tomorrow is a school day, which means I have laundry to do!