Let’s be honest: my fashion woes aren’t just limited to my own wardrobe. I’m a complete mess when it comes to dressing myself too. For starters, I’m colorblind, have no sense of style, and detest shopping for clothes. So, you can imagine the challenges I face (or my partner faces) every morning as I wrestle with the shirts and pants hanging in my closet. The real casualty in my clothing catastrophe? My adorable little daughter. At just 14 months old, she already has more stylish outfits than I’ve had in my entire life, yet I can’t even identify what looks good on her. The stares I get when I stroll into preschool with my daughter in her mismatched attire say it all: “What time does that guy start his day drinking to dress his poor little girl?”
So, why am I in charge of styling my daughter, you ask? It’s because my amazing partner leaves for work before we both wake up most mornings, which means I’m on duty to get her dressed, fed, and ready for school before heading to my own job. Honestly, I never even thought about the dressing part when I signed up for fatherhood.
We’ve tried to lay out her clothes the night before, and sometimes my partner still does this, but it’s not a regular thing because she believes I should manage on my own. And I can, just not in a way that would pass for fashion anywhere outside of our home. At least everything I put on her is clean, which I can’t say for my own outfits most of the time!
I have zero idea why a pink top and slightly different pink pants are a fashion faux pas, but apparently, they are. I don’t get why a floral shirt clashes with pear-patterned pants. And dresses? Don’t get me started on the buttons in the back; I steer clear of those entirely.
Luckily, I have two saving graces:
- Babies look adorable in just about anything. Even if I wrapped my daughter in old tube socks like she’s the Michelin Man, she’d still be the cutest thing around.
- She has no clue what she’s wearing. I could throw a gym bag over her, cut out some holes, and she’d think it’s an avant-garde fashion statement. In fact, she’d make the best Under Armour ad ever.
In the end, I don’t mind my simplistic dressing style. By the time my daughter is old enough to pick her own outfits, she’ll undoubtedly be way more fashionable than I ever was. And when she’s a teenager, I can already picture her cringing at the pictures of the outfits I put her in. But for now, I love our little adventure of facing each day mismatched and blissfully unaware of our style struggles. It’s a bonding experience I wouldn’t trade for anything.
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In summary, while I may be a disaster at dressing my daughter, it’s a unique and delightful journey we share. Each day brings a new challenge, but it also strengthens our bond in a wonderfully chaotic way.
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