Posts Tagged ‘fashion show’

Once more with fashion – I mean, feeling!

June 13, 2017

This past weekend the girls and stopped at the mall because I wanted to look in “some geeky-type stores” for some Magic cards – specifically, some lands, so the three of us could play together. Except on our way towards ThinkGeek, we happened across a shirt that Gracie liked that had some honest-to-god colors besides black and grey in it. And since it was a Fashion Week Miracle (and because the tank was $5), I let her buy it.


And then, because she had pulled off one miracle, when the Gracie-girl asked to stop in Papaya to look at some more shirts, and because the Bee-girl didn’t mind, I said okay. And then we found Gracie a few more church outfits, which just happened to be on her list of Things Needed.

How cute are those outfits?! I love how soft those gauzy shorts are! We got both pairs of shorts (the jean ones she already owned), the three tops, and another under-tank for less than $50. So – win!! And Gracie got to play Fashion Show, Fashion Show, Fashion Show At Lunch!, which is, like, her favorite game. So – double win!

Oh, and because I was a nitwit who didn’t think to include a picture of Bee’s earrings from yesterday (the ones that I successfully used to bribe her into getting her ears re-re-pierced)…


That’s what made her so cuckoo for cocoa puffs! I just hope her dang ears stay pierced this time!

Do my kids know how to bend me to their will, or what?


She won’t stop chanting “Fashion show at lunch.”

May 16, 2017

I knew Gracie had grown in leaps and bounds lately, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when she told me she didn’t fit into any of her summer clothes. None of her shorts fit. Very few of her tshirts. And only two of her pairs of jeans from this spring. This spring!

I was going to try to take her to the outlet mall this past Saturday, but I knew Bee would hate that idea, and our friends were busy, so I couldn’t leave her in the middle of a playdate. Also, I had to supervise Bee’s project, and that took a lot more time than I thought. So as a compromise – and because they were having a 40% off sale – we all went out to Old Navy Saturday morning.

Gracie picked out a few pairs of shorts, some shirts, and wanted to really get some jeans since they were 50% off. I pointed out, though, that if her jeans from this spring didn’t fit, who was to say they’d fit in November when it was cool enough to wear them again. My teen ceded the rare valid point and crossed jeans off her shopping list. Don’t worry – we still have armfuls of clothes to try on! (Bee helped load ’em up. She had a couple shirts, a jacket, some tank tops, and a dress or two [I think? it’s all a blur] in the mix. But she culled entirely from the clearance rack with one exception, so I’m proud, not mad!)

As soon as we checked out, Gracie started in on “Hey! I know what we can do when we get home! Fashion show! Fashion show! Fashion show at lunch! Fashion show! Fashion show! Fashion show at lunch! Yep, that’s still her favorite. Even more so since she watched The Office and learned what it was from.

And so, unsurprisingly, this happened later Saturday evening:


Yeah, words-on-tees trend got Gracie like whoa. And since I know she’ll wear it, I’m more than okay letting her load ’em up. She also has on a new pair of shorts, dark wash, with a cuff, even though she says she’s not a fan of cuffs.


We almost missed this shirt, and I’m glad I got out of line to grab it because it’s an actual. color. instead of just white, black, or grey. I knew Gracie would love it because arrows are her jam. For the record: arrows > neutrals.


Gracie picked out two dresses (of the 40 she tried on); this one, and a similar blue floral that I have to exchange because while the hangar said Small, the actual dress, it turned out, was XXL. Not quite Gracie-sized! But now Gracie has something to wear to church besides the two semi-formal dresses she’s been rotating between.


This might be Gracie’s favorites, for obvious reasons. My baby girl won’t ever not be in a hurry to grow up! We both saw the mannequin sporting this top and liked it. I wouldn’t ever be able to wear it – more because it’s white and would make me nervous that I’m spill something on it…or out of it. Gracie doesn’t have any such worries. And she did look terrific in it! So we added it to the Buy pile, after making sure it looked just as good(ish) with the sleeves pulled up over her shoulders. You know – in case Dad freaks out. And these shorts are a new pair, too. Gracie much prefers the fringed hemline to the cuffed ones from earlier. I like them both – you need different looks!


This tank might be a little too low-cut to be worn outside the house on its own (that would be the layering in the layering tank bit, m’dear), but I love the fatigue green on Gracie and the pineapple shorts sets off my girlie’s tan very nicely. Also: pineapples!

So mi chica has a good base for her summer wardrobe. She could stand to pick up another couple shirts and a sundress or two, but we did pretty good for an hour or two on a Saturday morning. Certainly we picked up enough to stage a fashion show! fashion show! fashion show at lunch!

The one with the recycled outfits.

February 7, 2014

Yesterday was…interesting. It was cold, certainly – but we knew to expect that. Cold temps were predicted and warned with special banners and graphics and all the usual fanfare. What wasn’t predicted was the surprise snow”storm” that popped up just after I arrived at work. One minute I’m pulling in to my parking spot at work, twenty minutes later I look out the window and hey! There’s a half inch of snow on the ground! The snow, which was suddenly predicted by the meteorologists to stop by 9 a.m., did not stop as predicted, and so a half inch grew to one inch and then an inch-and-a-half. The commute home largely involved happily crawling along and staying out of everyone else’s way while I sighed at their lack of driving-in-the-snow skills.

Because the sidestreets and highways were already a mess, and because everyone was afraid of a repeat of the mess that happened in Atlanta last week, area schools let out early, which is how I ended up at home on a Thursday afternoon with two little girls who were – of course – declaring they were bored ten seconds after coming in from playing in the snow.

“Want some hot chocolate and I’ll start a fire in the fireplace?”


“Want to pull our your art stuff?”


“Want to play Wii Dance?”


I was getting desperate. I wasn’t spending my free afternoon listening to the girls whine and since their dad was picking them up after his meeting, I couldn’t pull out any of the somewhat-involved projects (like the human skeleton kit) they had gotten for Christmas.

“Want to play Barbie fashion show?”


Last weekend when Bee was playing Barbie, I taught them a game my sister, cousin, and I played when we were their age. We thought up all kinds of categories, negotiated over Barbies and outfits, and then staged our contestants. We then presented our models to my mom to judge. Who had the best bride? Which was the best date outfit? Which Barbie looked most professional? The girls were enthusiastic, asking for more and more categories, though for some reason the “Ball gown” category kept coming up.


A lot of the clothes the girls have are outfits that used to be ours. Those two ball gowns for instance? Dream Glow Barbie from the 80s and Belle from the Beauty and the Beast line in the 90s. Much nicer than all the slinky crap they make now. Ahem. Anyway, the girls kept asking for more and more categories, so I took to Facebook to poll the audience. Or yell “HELLLLLLP!” One of the two. I got some pretty awesome suggestions, from president, punk, an entire wedding party, workout, sleepwear, mismatch, snowsuit, professional, sports fan… and those were the ones that weren’t tongue-in-cheek. Heh.

I took it easy on the kiddos – no points deducted, like my mom did, for having wrinkly outfits, for instance. And the girls weren’t taking the time to arrange anyone’s hair, so we let that be. I’m sure as they get better, this thing is going to get a whole more more competitive. I did remember about halfway through that it’s best to assign a list of categories at the beginning and let the girls go off for a big chunk of time, instead of picking the next category as we go and getting only a minute or two as the girls dressed their victims.

Oh, well. I know I’ll have many more chances to perfect my game – the girls are definitely hooked.