blue day...orange day
see how happy she is in these photos? yeah well, now she wouldn't be caught dead in any of these outfits (and to be honest, i can't say that i blame her on a few of them...like i said, we had to stretch our creativity pretty good on some of these)...
and even if she had a change of heart, it wouldn't matter, because as of yesterday, i don't think she she even owns anything you see pictured above
(well except for maybe the green outfit...she's saving that one special for st patrick's day).
i know i've done a lot of venting in this post.
truth is, this is really our only issue at present...
and if i can just let go of my pride and allow her to be uniquely her,
well, i just know we'll both be so much happier.
plus i have to remind myself that in 7th grade, i had rats nest bangs that stood stiff as a board and 7 feet in the air...
and my mom never said a word about it (at least to me).
in hindsight, i wish that she had.
but my point is, she bit her tounge, and let me be me.
i guess i still have a thing or two i could learn from my mother.
even after being gone 14 years, she still has an influence on me.
i'm so grateful for that, she was such a gem of a woman (a lot like my gem of a daughter) -
whom everyone absolutely loved and adored -
and i highly doubt her wardrobe had very much (if anything) to do with that.
i mean, my mom was the queen of culottes (when culotte's were anything but cool),
yet she was still highly respected and revered.and i don't know a soul who didn't absolutely adore her...