So, we took the fashionista shopping and amongst other things got her a spring coat. I wanted something for the wind/rain mainly as she layers her clothes and doesn't really need warmth. I was woo'd by this gorgeous knee-length, double-breasted trenchcoat in pure white. She looks amazing in it. So we bought it. Yesterday, on her second day of wear, she comes home and says it is a bit dirty. Um, yeah, why didn't I twig that she has to ride her bike over a dirt path to/from school 4x a day while I was standing in the store? Oh, yeah, because I was woo'd by "pretty, pretty" like a stupid moron. Sigh. Now I am going to have the wash the sucker once a week to keep it clean. I actually considered going back and buying a second one to rotate. Cuz that's more sensible than, say, buying a non-white coat.
Anyway, I had "toddler and tiaras" on. The fashionista said it would be cool to be one of those girls. Not the prancing around on stage part making stupid faces, but the getting to wear beautiful gala dresses.
"Mom. Can we go somewhere where I can wear a gala dress?"
me (sarcastically), "like the Vienna New Year's concert?"
she (calling my bluff), "Ooooooo. That'll work."Yeah, sure, will get right on that. Of course this gave me yet ANOTHER opportunity of extolling the virtues of staying in school and getting a good job. Cuz custom Chanel dresses and ?720 concert tickets ain't coming from this tight wallet. You want it, you earn it.