You wanna know my latest pet peeve? Hipster babies, or rather, parents who insist on dressing up their sweet bundles of joy in the hipster-est clothes they can find.
This is Alexander Wang's niece, who he dressed for his fashion week shows.
A child model for the shoe line, keep (here)
Mason Kardashian Dissick (here)
I guess I just think fondly back to my days of wearing cat-printed leggings and crazy sweaters with pom poms and googly eyes and whatever else was just fun. I don't know how much thought my mom put into my clothes, but I'm sure she focused more on what was easy to wash, comfortable, and cute than what was chic.
Kids don't need to be chic.
Childhood is one of the few times in life where you can be blissfully unaware of what's cool and simply enjoy your body and your clothes for what they are - a means to help you run and play and go through the world without people thinking your parents are total hillbillies.
Once you hit puberty, you're basically locked into the vortex of fashion and societal norms and all that junk until you hit seventy and that child-like freedom returns where you feel absolutely no qualms about wearing every piece of jewelry in your collection at once or your knee high socks accompanied by your favorite shorts and sandals, 'cause who's gonna say anything?
|The indescribable Iris Apfel, here.|
So you better believe my kids are going to dress like kids - complete with crazy colors, their favorite disney characters and hopefully lots of grass stains.
And when I'm an old lady, whooweee, look out Iris Apfel ... I'm next!