Being a bit more low-key when it comes to appearances myself, I don’t particularly care what my children wear, provided it is clean and age appropriate (I hate the mini mamas I see out there). It’s not that I don’t like to see them dressed up in cute clothes, who doesn’t? I just find it more or less useless since they will get full of colourful permanent stains minutes after worn . I am not keen on buying expensive kids clothes either. Spend a fortune on stuff which will be used for how long? 3 months, 6 months, a year tops. For me cute and inexpensive clothes, like H&M and Zara do the trick.
Having said that, kids do have a schedule of their own. Iliana, my ‘dress up’ deprived sweet little daughter (who will be 3 in January) absolutely adores the colour pink, much to the disappointment of her godmother Maria. It must be some chemical reaction in little girls brains when laying their eyes on the colour pink. For Iliana everything, and I literally mean everything, must be pink; her kiki (the pillowcase she carries around and never loses site of), her clothes, her pyjamas, her shoes, her cup, her plate etc. I tried to avoid getting drawn into the pink phase but at the end of the day if that is what makes her happy, who am I to tell her differently? I am sure I will miss this phase when she hits puberty…
Lately, she has developed a new addiction, ballet. No, I can assure you I have not driven her into that direction. Why would I? I don’t have any fond memories of my 7 years of ballet classes. The things I do remember is that I had one of the meanest, most despotic ballet teachers in the world who slapped us on our backs every time they were not perfectly straight. Apart from this traumatic experience, I never had what you call a talent in ballet either. I merely passed my exams with a pass plus grade which my poor sweet parents hanged on the wall in my room. Oh, thank you mom and dad, for my constant reminder of being a pass plus ;). However, I find it only fair to let her try it out and who knows she might have inherited her grandmothers’ talent. Definitely not mine. No talent there whatsoever. None!