What To Wear

If you know me IRL (or if you've just been reading this blog for a few years now) you probably recognize that I have a little "thing" about dressing Owen. Just click and read here if you need a reminder!

I was raised - and believe - that while clothes don't make the man, appearance matters. It's fun for me to shop for and put outfits together that look cute; and maybe by starting young we'll avoid those teenage years of having to tell Owen repeatedly that underwear should never appear above your pant line or that a ripped t-shirt is not appropriate attire for most occasions. But more than that, I just love when he looks like a mini J.Crew model or a walking illustration for "The Preppy Handbook". What parent doesn't want to think their kid looks adorable, right?

I like plaid shorts, Ralph Lauren, oxfords, rugby's, and sweaters with elbow patches (this is usually where Bob chimes in to say I might be turning Owen into a little nerd that gets picked on at school, but whatever). I don't like character anything, or sweatpants - I especially loathe fleece ones with elasticized leg openings - nor most t-shirts.

Last year was great. A school uniform of polo shirts and khaki's everyday meant that I was a happy mama. And no, Owen doesn't complain much, he understands "collar" shirts are for school. And Hilton Head. Least you think I'm a totally mean Momma, Owen is allowed to wear Monster Truck t-shirts (shudder) to the Jam, and on weekends at home he picks his own ensembles without comment from me, generally soccer shorts and a shirt. Sometimes all in the same color - the seven year old's mantra of matching.

Public school is a little different. He wore polo shirts and shorts of his choosing for the first two weeks without fuss, but I quickly realized I'd have to ease up a bit. For one thing, every Friday during football season is "Purple Friday" for the Ravens, and every Wednesday is Willie Wear day (school logo stuff).

Yesterday Owen was excited to wear his orange, tie-dyed Willie shirt but didn't want to wear the cute tan canvas pants I had picked the night before. I told him he could wear jeans, and after he changed and came downstairs for breakfast he cheerfully said, "Hey mom, it looks like I'm dressed for cutting the lawn!".

Sigh.

But of course, I still think he looked cute.

Just a note to all the parents reading: Please don't think I care or judge you on what your children wear. I learned long ago that sometimes and under some circumstances, my child will be dressed in a odd combo of plaids, stripes and PJ's, and that's OK too. This is just my "thing" and I fully understand some of you might think I'm ridiculous for it! But I'm happy, Owen's happy, and Bob's happy, so all is good in our closets. And yep, I know that at some point Owen is going to start expressing a lot more opinions about what he wants to wear and that's fine - as long as it's clean and presentable I will roll with it. But as his big sister Cearra learned early on, if he wants to wear something Bob and I really don't care for (like say, a purple fake fur coat) he'll have to buy it himself!