My Fashion Consultant

I am not ashamed to admit that there is at least one component to my outfit every day that was chosen by my three-year-old daughter. I suspect that she may have better fashion sense than I do. It started out of sheer exhaustion - I was getting ready for work one day and simply didn't have enough energy to choose a shirt. So I let Lucy choose.

The next day, we were getting ready to leave, and she said, "Mommy, why aren't you wearing earrings. You need to go put earrings on. I will pick them for you." And she did. Another day, she told me that my shoes did not match my outfit and I needed to go put on black shoes. So I did. This afternoon when I got home from work, she insisted that I wear a dress instead of sweats and a t-shirt. I tried to resist, but it was no use...she would. not. give. up.

I will eventually have to set some boundaries in this aspect of our relationship, particularly given that this is her idea of an appropriate outfit for a football party:

When we moved to Texas years ago, we were shocked by the size and amount of jewelry and accessories women wore everywhere - even to the grocery store. We were told that when women here get dressed, they put on all of their accessories and then take off one thing at a time until they can stand to look at themselves in the mirror. Guess which half of that theory we follow at our house?