Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin’ Wednesday.


One of my best friends has a blog. Among her other posts, she has a weekly themed “Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin’ Wednesday.” Each week she creates a dream outfit for the day and posts it for her readers to enjoy. She loves my kids and their characters, so here is a TwoCleverMoms version of “Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin’ Wednesday.”

That’s Julie. You might know her, or her larger more expensive kin. This Julie lives here. She had been sitting in her granny panties next to my sewing machine staring at me for a little over a week before I questioned her presence with the six year old that takes care of Julie. Apparently, Julie’s original clothes have disappeared and she was looking for a new wardrobe.

Yesterday, when I was trying to finish a few things, the six year old who takes care of Julie began to claim boredom, so I sent her to look through the fabric scraps bag for ideas to create her own “Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin'” inspiration for Julie’s clothes.

Now, some of you may know my six year old. Some of you may see her around town. Some of you may know of her sense of style from my Facebook posts. For those who don’t, let’s just say she’s rather eccentric in her clothes matching. When she comes downstairs in the morning pleased with herself in a new ensemble she has thoughtfully created, typically a floral print shirt and polka dot leggings, often with a faux fur lined hooded sweater vest, or heart patterned swim shorts over the top of the leggings, she tops it off with a smug little grin, a confident tilt to her chin, and a tie-dyed headband. I shield my surprise with my coffee mug, turn to the dishes in the sink and return a look of alarm to my husband. Then, I turn back around to her, smile, and am grateful that I’m blinded by her inner pride and joy to believe that she can pull it off. I say “Oooo… what shoes are you going to wear with that?” or “Can I brush your hair for you?”

After digging through the scrap bag for a while, she showed me a couple of ideas for the dream outfits. One the scraps she chose wasn’t going to be quite big enough for a wrap around dress idea. With the other, the scale of the print was off – the pattern of large owls was too big, particularly with the 2-inch wide hot pink sequin trim she had picked out, for anything that could be made for a frame like Julie’s. She asked to move up from the scraps bag to the larger fabric stash bins. She went into the basement and came back twenty minutes later. Pleased beyond recognition. She showed me skirt and coordinating shirt fabric. Giddy with her choices, shaking her head in disbelief at her luck that she’d found two fabrics that “go so well together.” Her own “Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were Wearin'” moment. She hovered over me a bit while I quickly put together the rough outfit. And when we were done and we dressed Julie, and I saw my daughter’s smug little grin and confident tilt to her chin, I could only smile at Julie and say “Oooo… what shoes will she wear with that?” and “Can I brush her hair for you?”

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  1. Oh, this is awesome! Julie, you are ROCKIN’ that outfit, girl! xo

  2. I count my blessings each day that Julie’s caregiver has you for a mom.

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