at age four my fashion memories begin. that is when i got acid wash, tapered jeans with fourteen pockets! fourteen pockets. can you imagine my bliss? this is when i knew. i knew getting dressed everyday would make me happy for the rest of my life….because i had fourteen acid washed pockets and what could make a four year old happier then that? nothing.
so those kids of mine, they got the bug too. especially my oldest son, myes. he only wore blue for two years.
blue. for. two. years. straight.
because in his mind it was the only acceptable color.
this is how i ended up with the blue closet.
in his closet literally hung rows and rows of blue.
myes might love to online shop more then i do, especially for shoes. the boy loves shoes.
my daughter, ruby, lives for funky leggings and swishy ponytails.
my baby, ello, lives for his neon green Natives and high top Converse.
i encourage my children to express themselves through what they wear.
i want them to be comfortable in their own skin and their clothes.
