I will not make her a belly shirt for
many obvious reasons. But, my first grader wants that "cool girl" style. Honestly, she talks about it all the time. And I don't want to discourage her from dreaming up designs because, make no mistake, she's quite good. And just as much as she talks about fashion, she draws characters with names like Pinkie modeling their cool girl outfits, living it up in crayon and pencil.
She describes her latest ideas in great detail as we coax her up her ladder to the top bunk at night. And she is absolutely fixed on the image. "It's off the shoulder like this, and comes to here and there's fringe here, here, and here..." and she waves her hand every which way across her torso.
I tease her, "So there's like, fringe in the armpit?"
"NO!" and she rolls her eyes. We laugh and I tell her that Beyoncé's mom made her clothes, too (because there is no cooler girl than Beyoncé). And this makes her so happy.
So, so happy.
Instead of a belly shirt, I made her this...
... just in time for the Superbowl. Thanks to miss Pepita, we know all about it. This kid has more team spirit in her forty pound frame than her dad and I combined. The Ravens are playing in the Superbowl this year, and
this is Ravenstown and
tomorrow is purple Friday. I hate sports. But I love this girl. I love this girl so much.