If you've come to be wowed
skiddily diddily daddle
All you'll find today is another typical post:
1. Julia is mistaken for a young boy baby
2. Grace makes Julia a dress not fit to wear in public
3. Grace 'fixes' a dress but it looks like she just put on nicer shoes
Excuse the monotony but I've been busy thinking up home decor ideas for the cardboard box we will be living in in St. Louis due to the ugly shortage of suitable homes available to semi-kind folk like ourselves. I've also been scouring the real estate world's answer to Facebook which is the super depressing Listingbook. Yawn yawn yawn.
Alright, off we trot:
1. On yet another outing to the grocery store for Grace and Julia
(we like to go on a daily basis...keeps things spicy and I really was in the mood to devour an entire carton of cottage cheese...which I did on the two minute drive home)
(Julia is finally outgrowing her allergy to affection)
this exchanged ensued:
lady clerk: oooo he sure likes to stare...or is he a girl?
grace: oh, yes a girl. Everyone mistakes her for a boy though...don't worry!
lady clerk: well! Its because you keep her hair cut so short! Keep it long and feminine!
well ring a ding ding...I'll have to refrain from that masculine daily buzz I've been subjecting little J to lately.
2. I found the cutest little girl dress tutorial on the amazing world wide web and since I still had a healthy portion of the neverevereverending bed sheet...I decided to give it a whirl:
Initially, I thought I had made the world's most modest baby maxi dress
until she sat down:
nothing modest about that.
Needless to say she will not be leaving the house in this frock until she is at least 12 months...maybe 18...we'll see how she behaves in the mean time.
She was pleased with how the back camouflaged the dreaded "clearly I am wearing fluffy underpants" diaper bottom:
3. I bought this dress at a little boutique that happens to be a national chain by the name of Target:
I've never worn it because generally I like to be a modest mouse and wear cardigans over dresses and with the likes of those buttoned cuffs...my biceps dwarfed Hulk Hogan's and the buttons under the bust looked weird and awkward.
So...I performed some minimally invasive surgery and cut off the buttons, cuffs and bust flaps and tightened it up in the back ever so slightly
and I added fancier shoes...obvio.
the sleeves aren't perfect but will be hidden by a cardigan anyway
any better? I know not
and now I'm off to be frivolous and paint my toenails a lovely shade of nude.
see you tomorrow...fear not!