Little Fashionista.

As anyone who knows me personally is aware, individuality is extremely important to me. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I knew I was going to allow my child to express herself – no matter how different she may end up being. I could picture letting her go out in public with soccer shorts, a cowboy hat and a leotard. And in my imaginative musings, I was always very proud to have such a creative daughter.

Well, fast forward to the present.  Addie has finally reached the age that she wants to pick out her own clothes.  I usually give her two options from which to choose, any more and all I get is a wide-eyed, “uuuuhhhhhh…” But a couple of days ago I handed over the sartorial reigns. She took them and ran.

Here is a sampling of the supreme cuteness that is my daughter when mommy gets to dress her.  Here she’s walking through the Animal Kingdom at Disneyworld with her Daddy and Aunt Brookey.

Too cool for school

Check out her masterpiece below. I think I’m in for it with this kid.

Addison Claire, the celebrity stylist
One headband? Why not six?

Pink fleece pajama pants, turtleneck, Cubs shirt (she calls it her team shirt), six headbands and a Cars belt that I had just made for her.  Oh, and her comb that she uses as a harmonica.

Is being weird genetic? If so, she definitely takes after me.

Retail Therapy.

What is your favorite store? I have numerous favorites, all for different reasons.  JCrew is my staple…I could build my entire wardrobe in JCrew alone.  But I love Forever 21 for trendy pieces that I don’t want to spend a ton of money on only to have it go out of style in two weeks, H&M is awesome for basics for great prices and my department store of choice is Nordstrom. 100%.  Man I love that store.

But my neighborhood – unique find – make me feel like a million bucks – store?  Hot Mama.  I live about five minutes from the Naperville location and it is one of my favorite places in the entire world.  When I walk through those doors I KNOW that Carrie is going to be there with a sweet smile and a hello.  She’ll introduce me to whoever is working that day (most likely only if they are new, because if they’ve been there more than two weeks, we’ve met already) I’ll start to pick things out and once I have three hangers in my hand someone will start a room for me…and BOY will they start a room for me!  Carrie will go through the whole store and fill my dressing room with things that she thinks I’ll like and things that she knows I would never pick out but should try on.

I’ll stay for two, maybe three hours trying on everything in the store and joking around with Carrie and whoever else is working that day.  They’ll bring me something new, that just came in and they have yet to see on anyone and because I feel SO comfortable with them I try EVERYTHING on.  Some things look good, some look great and some things look absolutely awful on me…but everyone in that store makes me feel like I am beautiful and funny and perfect just the way I am.

And I appreciate that more than they will ever know.

Just the other day Chris, Addie and I stopped in the store on our way to lunch. Chris played with Addie at the train table while I tried things on.  We stayed for a half hour, maybe 45 minutes and when we walked out Chris looked at me and said, “Wow, they really like you. No wonder why you love to go there!”  I smiled. “Yep. They make me feel really good about myself. Its not just a store to me.”

Not only can I find great clothes, but I always walk out with a little more confidence as well.

One fish. Two fish. Red Fish. Blue Fish.

For Valentine’s Day Chris and I decided we would take Addie to the “fishy zoo” – aka – Chicago’s Shedd Aquarium.  We wanted to do something special and a little different and she LOVED the Denver Aquarium so it seemed like a good idea.  All was well on the drive, we were a little worried about the timing of our day and how it would affect the Goose’s naptime but things seemed to be going our way.  On the road we texted Aunt Brookey (who lives in Wrigleyville – for all of you non-Chicagoans that is the area surrounding Wrigley Field in downtown Chicago) and she decided to take a cab and meet us at Shedd.  AWESOME.  Brooke is one of my favorite people and it made our special Valentine’s day trip even BETTER because she was going to be with us. And Addie adores her Aunt “book”.

So we drive past the Field Museum, Soldier Field, The Planetarium – all amazing architecture placed along the shoreline of a picturesque Lake Michigan.  There is no easily accessible parking so we valet. $25. Then we climb the 50 stone steps into the entrance hall of this absolutely incredible building that houses the aquarium.  The ceilings are breathtakingly high and all surfaces are covered in sea life reliefs.  So incredible. It’s worth it to go just to see the building!  The ticket line was short, maybe six or seven people deep and once we got our tickets (another $25 each) we were in and watching the fish and turtles and eels and starfish and sharks and anemones.

How many fish do you think Addie watched before she lost interest in all things aquatic?  About seven.

I can’t even blame her, after about five they all look about the same to me too!  But we looked in all the tanks as we waited for Aunt Brookey to get in..by that time the line had grown from 6 deep to out the door, down the stone steps, out to the street where it turned and continued down lakeshore.  Are fish REALLY that enticing?  I was shocked by the amount of people coursing through those halls!

After we checked out the penguins and the whales we found our way to the play area.  Normally, kids can put on a cute little penguin outfit and climb around on fake rocks and even slip down the penguin slide…but there was an insane number of kids packed into the play area. So we kept on walking and found the “touch and feel the sea life” area where we strapped her into a plastic apron and she was able to play with (fake) sand dollars and mollusks and star fish.

At this point we were all pretty exhausted and needed to eat but if you have ever been to an aquarium or a zoo or a museum then you know that the food isn’t exactly GOURMET.  So we washed and dried Addie and SOMEHOW convinced her that it was time to go without a giant meltdown – which was a miracle in itself seeing that she was already about 45 past naptime.  We pushed through the masses, found our way to the exit and found out we had to pay for valet by waiting. in. line.

At the end of the day we endured crazy crowds, endless fins and gils, were out about $100 and had a very cranky toddler when we were finally able to stop for lunch in Wrigleyville.  And you know what?

It was an awesome Valentine’s Day.

Happy Love Day to all of you out there! I hope your days are a little less expensive and crowded as ours was, but I hope it equaled the love and appreciation of family that I felt today.

Now go eat some candy hearts.

I’m Selfish.

Why is it that when we spend time caring about how we look we are branded as vain?  There is this stigma attached to putting effort into our exteriors that I REALLY do not understand.  As women we are bombarded with messages telling us how to be prettier, younger looking, thinner, how to have fuller hair, clearer skin and less bumpy thighs.  But then as soon as we start to put effort into our appearances BOOM!  Vain.

I admit this sounds like a defensive reaction to someone calling me vain. It isn’t.  I have, as long as I can remember, put effort into my appearance and have fielded accusations of vanity.  They don’t bother me anymore but I HAVE used them to fuel my passion to convince other women that personal pride does NOT equal vapid selfishness.  It makes me incredibly sad to see women feel that they are not beautiful.  All of the messages convincing us to look better are doing double duty convincing us that we are never going to be good enough.  That is so depressing.

It is one of my main goals in life to be an advocate of confidence.  When we feel good about who we are and how we conduct ourselves throughout our lives our impact on the lives of others becomes positive and resounding.  Sometimes we need to work on believing in the decisions we make as mothers, other times we need to find a new haircut or shade of lipstick – having confidence in OURSELVES is so vital to living our lives to the fullest.

The last week in January I spoke at a women’s retreat about how redesigning your closet can start you down the path to self-acceptance and self-assurance.  We talked about how caring about our appearance does not automatically represent vanity and self-involvement but that it allows us to present our best selves to the world.

This is all sounding a little “Dr.Phil-ish” I know, but I believe in the importance of self-confidence to my very core.  If we don’t give ourselves the time of day, no one else will either.

Take care of you.  Allow yourself the time to figure out what makes you feel beautiful and proud of how you look.  It is not about size and it is not about what OTHER people think about you.  What I pray we ALL find is the ability to look in the mirror and see something we love BEFORE we start noticing the things we want to change…if we see those things at all.  I usually try to keep these posts from being preachy but this is just too important.  Don’t get dressed in the morning to attract attention OR to blend into the background, choose an outfit that flatters your shape or the color of your beautiful eyes or one that just feels great when you move.  Think about that one outfit that makes you feel like a million bucks and allow yourself to feel like that everyday.

Then tell me that you are not happier in other aspects of your life.  It works, I promise.

I gonna stop lecturing now, but I want you to do one last thing: go to a mirror and list all the wonderful, beautiful things you see. Is it your lovely skin? Long eyelashes? Great legs? Strong arms? Hips that sway when you walk? Appreciate ALL of it!  Don’t say anything negative. Really look at what you see in the mirror and start on the path to self-confidence.

I care about the way I look.  I am important to ME.  And I refuse to feel bad about that.