…and she compensates for her older sister, who’s only occasionally a fashionista when she’s under extreme duress.
Apparently, the brightly colored fake hair clips are very chic among the young hip crowd. We had to convince Sophie that she didn’t need to wear a headband as well. She really loves color and patterns, even when they clash.
Chloe’s more monotone. Denim, dark t-shirts, a sweater and she’s happy.
It truly is mind-boggling to me that the same genes (and jeans) produced such radically different girls.
My girly girl. She loves to dress up, she loves to pose for the camera and she loves to dance.
I was able to convince her to come to the mall today by promising her that we’d see if we could find her a new dress.
So we looked and we found. At a store selling a Spanish brand called Desigual. An adorable dress that reminds me of my favorite French brand, Catamini.
She was happy, so we were all happy. Sophie loves her dresses. Very, very much.
In my heart and mind, it is still summer. I am still in France. I am strolling through the streets of Paris, standing in snow in Chamonix with my family and speaking French 24/7. Problem is, my heart and mind are off by about five months. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Winter is sadly around the corner.
She’s a budding writer, let me tell you. The spelling is all hers. ******* Flower Flawer In the Breeze You look Pretty As me Please Flower Flower You Look Pleased In a three So as me You look Down In a frown Nice and Daring as me
Showing off her newly trimmed curls, Sophie boogied down to the Gwyneth Paltrow version of “Forget You” this evening. Too bad she completely eschews the idea of dance lessons because she really does have some talent. At least compared to her parents and sister, who have very little rhythm whatsoever.
Sophie wrote a short Halloween story in school. Here it is (with Sophie’s creative 6-year old spelling as an added bonus). She has some talent, I’d say.
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Once a pon a tim there was a vanpiyr. The vonpiyr cam at the midll of the Nit. The vampier cam to sum budys Has. It suct sum blud.
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After she read her story to me and we did her spelling homework, she announced that “Chloe has a digraph in her name.” She explained to me what a digraph is, because I had no idea. Apparently, it’s two letters together, like ‘ck’ or ‘ch’ or ‘sh’, that make one sound. I like it when my 6-year old teaches me a new word. “I can’t believe you don’t know what that means!” she exclaimed. She was very happy to be my teacher for a few minutes.
Chloe and I went on a shopping expedition the other day. She needed some new clothes that weren’t jeans and t-shirts. And she really needed a pair of shoes that were not sneakers. I was pessimistic. After several unsuccessful attempts over the last few weeks to find her a pair of non-sneaker shoes she’d actually wear, I had just about given up hope.
