Friday, July 06, 2018
Priorities and such
So you don't think I'm an utter Philistine.
Because what I really want to show you is this fabulous outfit I bought.
I saw this outfit, and I had to try it on, because look at the tigers loitering in the jungle! It's by a Colombian designer called tr3s. I'd link to their site but all that comes up is it's under construction.
Now, I don't know if the top is a little too much for me, but I adore the stitching and the details. I also don't know quite where I can wear a dressy shorts outfit. You know?
But I would very much like to wear this with platform heels.
I love everything about it. Everything.
As Colombians say, "Divino!"
Also, this the only place in our Airbnb to take a photo into a mirror that doesn't involve standing on a toilet. So, here I am, chair standing. And please ignore the terrible humidity hair because it is possibly twice as humid as DC here which I think means approximately 7 million percent.
She peered in the window and asked if we could go in. And then she spotted this top, and she wanted it.
It was expensive for a kid's top, and I said we had to think about it.
She talked about it the next day, and the next. Could we go back? Could we buy it? Finally I said she could buy it if she were willing to spend her own money, saved from allowance, birthdays, etc.
The third day she said she was willing to spend her own money, and we bought it.
She couldn't be more delighted.
Nick likes to say she's her mother's daughter. I love her fashion sense, and I love that she gets in my closet and tries on boots she loves and cannot wait to fit them.
One day she's going to wear all my favorite things better than I do.
(Also, we rooted for Colombia on Tuesday, and we were crushed, crushed at the very last minute.)
Anyway, if you've not done this, you buy a book that has pages for all the teams, with spaces for each player. And then you buy packets of stickers with the players in them.
When Jordan is feeling generous, or wants to engage his sister, he offers for India to open packets for him. They can and do spend a good deal of time doing this.
These stickers are expensive, and he was willing to spend his own money on a box of stickers.
One morning last week he woke me up sobbing at 6:20 am. "Mama! Nigeria isn't stapled!"
I understand there are people in this world who are their best selves at 6:20 am. I am not among them.
I walked him out of the room and said, "Tt's OK to cry about this, but you need to cry somewhere else so you don't wake up India. Also, in the future, do not wake me up before 7:00 in the morning unless you're bleeding or the house is on fire."
The next morning he woke me up at 6:40 and said, "I know I'm not supposed to wake you up, but..."
We've been rising early is what I'm saying.