But this attention to fashion has resulted in some children who have very strong opinions of their own. A week ago Friday when we went to the mall with Artemis, I allowed Child 3 to go into a store that I hate which caters to princesses and I told her she could buy one thing. She chose a black hoodie that is a little too, shall we say, urban chic for her sisters and they are always trying to hide the hoodie or convince her not to wear it, or when that inevitably fails, to make me force her to not wear it. To which I say "hoodie in a school picture" and "black leather pants."
See, Child 2 does not attend a school that requires uniforms, yet she wears one every day which consists of skinny jeans, a t-shirt with a slogan, converse, and a hoodie. She is so wedded to the hoodie that she wears one even when it's hot and she didn't even take it off for her school picture last year, so there she is, immortalized forever in her fake Abercrombie hoodie that we bought in China which I know is an intellectual property rights violation but because I hate everything Abercrombie stands for I don't feel guilty about sabotaging their bottom line one single bit, but still could Child 2 occasionally leave the house without it?
And then there is Child 1 who maybe I shouldn't have let watch Faith Hill videos with me at so young an age because when our Bishop asked her at age 4 what she wanted for Christmas, she looked up at him and in the sweetest little voice said "black leather pants." I suppose I only fed the beast by actually finding pleather size 4 pants which she wore until the knees wore out. She loved those pants. They did not look like this, which I think is the look she was going for but which I toned down considerably.
But my point is that my children all live in glass houses and should not be throwing stones. I could also mention the times they cut their own hair, if that would make them stop. So please stop, children. The world is so ready to take girls down a peg or two. Family should be the place where you put on the most hideously awful outfit and say how do I look and your sisters look at you and say beautiful and absolutely mean it. And then they don't steal your clothing when they leave for college, but that is another story. (Sister 1, you still owe me a brown corduroy skirt.)
On the good day front, my friend Genevieve had her baby today which was early but not too early and although her husband hasn't made it back from Armpit, China yet, they are that much closer to being together for good.
But this couple in Washington state are having a worse day than me. They stole a coin collection worth around $100,000 and then spent it at face value on pizza and movies, including a rare Liberty quarter worth up to $18,000 which they spent as a regular quarter. Does this look like a regular quarter to you?
So thank you, clueless couple, for reminding me that crime doesn't pay, especially in your case, and to be grateful for my very interesting if at times frustrating job that pays me enough so that I never have to steal.