You just never know what to expect from Hayley when it comes to clothing. I’ve seen her come out of her room in a light lilac dress with flaming red tights. I’ve seen her in a striped shirt with checkered shorts. I’ve seen her take a poncho and wear it as a skirt. She’s also known to wear an old sundress of mine over a t-shirt with three beaded necklaces and legwarmers. She wears it all and sometimes she wears it all at the same time.
Sometimes I want to pin a sign to her back that says “I dress myself” just so people know it’s not me.
No, I’m mostly kidding, I’m pretty relaxed about letting her wear what she wants, even when we go out. The only time I draw the line is when it’s inappropriate like a huge sweater in July or a pair of shorts in the dead of Winter and we’re going outside. Or the other week when she wanted to wear her bathing suit and jeans to storytime at the library.
However, despite being used to her flair for the unexpected in fashion, I was not prepared for the night before last.
When she went to bed, she was wearing a pair of underwear because lately she’s been complaining that she’s too warm with pajamas. I don’t argue that because she has a nice warm quilt to sleep under.
But when I went in to check on her before closing her door after she fell asleep, I did a double take and crept out to get my camera.
She had gotten back up to put on a pair of tights, shorts, a long-sleeve turtleneck, a cardigan that hasn’t fit her in over a year, and the finishing touch was the little yellow beanie cap for babies.
She told me in the morning it was so she wouldn’t have to get dressed when she got up. I just don’t know.
And for those of you who wish to play the home version of this game and wish to keep track, tonight she’s wearing a t-shirt, a green and white crocheted poncho as a skirt, and a unicorn puppet pulled over each foot like slippers.
I’m not even going to ask.