Fashionista

Amelia has always really cared about her clothes. She's always been very particular about what her outfit looked like, and had very strong opinions (since she was THREE) about what she liked to wear. Needless to say, the uniform at her school now is highly unimpressive.

We used to have such debates about clothes that I laid down a rule that if Amelia wanted to pick her clothes she had to lay the outfit out the night before so that there was no fighting over the outfit the next day. She still hated this, complaining "what if I change my mind about what I feel like wearing tomorrow!" Such a good point but I didn't want to let her know so. She got around the rule by laying out multiple outfits the night before. Here's a video I took from that time:

You can tell from her snoring this is before her tonsils were out!

The other day I wasn't feeling well and was laying in bed and she found my Vogue magaine. She started flipping through it and she has more commentary about the magazine than I could believe. When we watch movies, she asks questions every minute. When she reads the magazine she has a comment every page. I started taking down notes because they were hysterical.

Ooh! Can I read your fashion magazine?

I love to look at lipstick.

I love to watch you put on lipstick

This magazine is massive.

My new favorite word is massive, there are so many uses for it.

Who is Jimmy Choo? He has a funny name. Choo. Choo. Choo-Choo!!

The person taking this photo on the dock must have gotten splinters.

This girl looks like Caroline.

This is cute, it's like a peacock.

This mascara looks like a butterfly.

This ring is massive!

This model looks like from another era.