Natural Nylon
The Munchkin is following in my footsteps. The Husband is worried. Fortunately he knows not what is round the corner. I do, hence the sleepless nights.
Already at the tender age of two and a half she sees the importance of a good accessory. Handbags and shoes are her thing. With fierce determination and a stubbornness I refuse to recognise in myself she carefully co-ordinates her daily outfits. Once completed her attention turns to the handbag, fully equipped with lipstick, pen and mock phone.
While it’s adorable to discover her tastes, I do harbour concerns that her style gene is yet to develop. Yesterday she looked like what I can only describe as a chav, complete with pony tail high on her head consisting of all of three hairs and looking far more pineapple than anything else.
I couldn’t resist showing her these sweet little numbers in the hope that she’ll eventually put down the pea green faux leather number she’s become rather attracted too. This little lady has a love for unnatural fibres that compares only to that of Kerry Katona, something most definitely to be ironed out at a later date methinks.
Having discovered Sally Shufflepants while diligently scouring the internet I had at first decided to give it a full body swerve due to the name which was far to sickly sweet for me. But putting my fear of the dentist behind me I double clicked and found a truly great place to help keep my present box stacked up …
