Metal Meredith

When I was pregnant with Vivienne, everyone gave me crap about how I would probably dress her all in black and dye her hair. I always stood by the fact that I didn’t care what she wanted to wear once she was old enough, but there was little chance of her dressing up a la JonBenet while I was making the decisions.

This year found Vivienne coming into her own as far as her looks. When school started, she was happy in her sporty clothing:

Sometime in late fall, we found these tights, which Vivienne called BagTights:

After getting slowly into the clothes thing, she started asking for hair styles. First it was ponytails:

Then we went to a Princess Party at a kid’s salon and they gave her a fancy hairdo:

Although she refused to put on a princess dress like all the other girls, she had the best hair there. There were fits thrown and tears shed when we explained how she couldn’t sleep in the curls and they would be gone in the morning.

From there it blossomed into things like jewelry and nail painting:

Of course, sometimes she picks out her own outfits and then this happens:

She now insists on wearing things that are “pretty” which apparently translates to having flowers, sparkles and/or stars and glitter. I have yet to be embarrassed by her choices, but there is plenty of time for that.