Her majesty has just had another growth spurt. The gazzillion-th this year alone. If it's not the monthly purchase of shoes it's the sudden shrinking of the leggings I bought 3 months ago. I have been able to handle, whilst hemlines may have got shorter over summer, unless the armholes or crotch are death-defyingly tight I have chosen to ignore this.
We were blessed last winter when Beloved Cousin Rachel passed along some second hand windbreakers/windcheaters/pufferjackets or whatever you want to call them. But within the last month these have navigated up past madam's waistband are are pretty much useless in cold weather. So I have been prowling the shops for a few weeks now looking out for something in my realm of acceptable. I don't bow to fashion in any way myself and also since having a sprog I err on the side of practicality versus cuteness. Until she's old enough to buy her own stuff this is what she's getting.
So this a.m. I drag ourselves to XYZ store to look for a new coat. There they have it. Pink. Melton. Long-ish. In madam's size. It's a third of the price of the more labell-y type stores and a pittance in comparison to the kiddie boutiques (yes, they do exist!).
I would like to add that we live in Cape Town. Winters here have been known to last 7months. They are cold. Wet. Mouldy. Long. People start to smell like mushrooms. And yet, I wander into another clothes store this week and all the winter woolies have been usurped by string tops and hot-pants!?!?!? Erm, did I miss something. The last thing in my mind is choosing some new shorts when it's raining buckets outside and the mercury is barely managing to claw past 10C.
Anyhoo, XYZ store have marked most of their kiddies clothes down to half.....fine by me. R40 for a pufferjacket now. It's going to be trashed before October anyway so I'm not going to fall to pieces if it does.
What a mish just getting the sproglet to stand still and try anything on. Our sproglet is an odd shape right now. She is long and leggy, I'd like to say like her Mama, and her feet are rapidly becoming enormous, hmmmm, also like her Mama's?!? And she's only 2. So I am insistant that we try everything on before we buy. Of late the mass-produced clothing industry deems you cannot be tall and skinny at the same time. So we have ended up with everything being 4-5yrs. Shocker!
Madam is also going through a phase of defiance. I was not prepared for it to start so early! "I don't like it!" seems to punctuate her dialogues. From "I don't like jelly (her fave!) " to "I don;t like my feet, take them off!". Whatever. So I left XYZ store today with 1 coat and 2 windbreakers, none of which her majesty "likes". I hope she wakes up in a more agreeable mood on the morrow.
She is making me mental. Thankfully the welfare weren't at XYZ store as I may have been arrested.
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