"No. I won't wear that. No, I don't look beautiful in jeans. No... that skirt is too scratchy...No...it's not pink...No, that skirt is too short and it's denim."
Cue tears and hysteria from Lizzy and general noises of frustration and dissatisfaction from me.
I like clothes, I'd even go as far as to say that I love children's clothes, but Lizzy and I have reached a point where our tastes are starting to diverge. Me? I'm a tailored kind of girl - neutrals, denim, maybe a bit of colour here and there in shoes and bags. Nothing earth shattering or out there - definitely no frills. It seems that the clothes that I pick for my children are the same too. Denim, navy, red, a bit of pink but definitely no Disney. I think they look pretty cute and stylish.
Lizzy, however, doesn't agree - unless it's pink, soft, long ('how can you dance if you can't twirl your skirt, mum?') and ruffled, she doesn't want to have anything to do with it. As a result, the wardrobe has become a battle ground
After one too many skirmishes I've decided to capitulate. Before I know it, my beautiful baby girl is going to want to wear dresses that are too short, t-shirts that are too tight and, god forbid, adorn herself with a tattoo or a piercing (probably both). Who am I to complain when she prefers Liberty prints to navy stripes? She's her own person.
I've recently discovered the Japanese Happy Homemade pattern books (who knew that sewing was an international language?) and am making their beautiful , simple dresses up in the most girly delightful fabrics you can imagine. Oh... and I'm making them long!
After all, you can still look for lizards in a long dress...