My Daughter Dresses Like a Hobo
I’ve never understood why people get so caught up in what their children are wearing. Some mothers are obsessed with name brand clothing or making sure that their kids never leave the house without looking their best. A part of me wants this– I love a pair of rolled-up jeans paired with suspenders on a three-year-old. Or a dress that is pure white and adorned with lace for my darling daughter.
Don’t get me wrong–I adore a cute kid in a cute outfit. But at some point, especially with girls, they develop their own personalities which can come with a fashion “sense”.
My daughter’s fashion sense, if you were being generous, could be called boho homeless. In other words, my daughter dresses like a hobo. I’m not by any means making fun of homeless people but merely likening the means by which she applies her clothing. People who are without the means to store their clothes are forced to wear them all, layering them on top of each other, as a means to an end.
My sweet child is all about layering– the more layers, the better. We live in Southern California, mind you, where it usually only drops to a chilling sixty degrees. I recently told her we were going to Costco, which is probably her favorite store on earth (clearly we don’t go to very many exciting places). She rushed into her room, only to emerge ten minutes later wearing this:
Let me break it down for you since this picture does not do her outfit justice. She is currently wearing:
*One winter hat
*One pair of tie-dye leggings
*Two cowboys boots
*One t-shirt
*One Princess dress
*One Princess Hair clip-on
*One tutu
She also insists on carrying around a “purse” that although she has many of, is usually a second winter hat that is filled to the brim with toys, spoons, and snacks.
And most of the time, the reaction is great. People stop to compliment her boots, or her braid, or to just admire the entire ensemble. But every once in a while I catch a glance (usually from other another woman), that makes me think that they don’t approve of my daughter’s hobo-chic style. Or maybe it’s that they don’t approve of me letting her wear it out in public.
