Everything's a tutu

Puddleduck is obsessed with tutus. I mean really obsessed. She won't wear anything unless it's a tutu. This has led to some creative renaming of her dresses and skirts - everything is referred to as a tutu. In fact I've even caught myself calling my own skirts and dresses tutus.

Given it's winter and Puddleduck also views tights with quite a deal of suspicion, we have some interesting 'discussions' when it comes time to get dressed each morning. You see, some skirts don't twirl and that, my friends, is an essential criteria of a tutu (just quietly some actual tutus don't twirl either - Witchery, I'm looking at yours). So even if it passes the "looks like it might be tutu" test, it doesn't pass the "twirls like a tutu and makes me a beautiful ballerina" test. Tutu fail.

Anyway, I mentioned winter. It's cold. Toddlers need to be kept warm. Tutus are not inherently warm. Especially without tights. Can you see why things get a little heated (no pun intended) when we commence the morning's dressing ritual? Sometimes she gets on board with the tights caper, but the one thing she absolutely will not even consider is pants. Heaven forbid I utter the evil jean word. Even some gorgeous hot pink skinnies are anathema to this tutu-loving princess. Even under a tutu she won't hear of them.

So I've been searching high and low for some pants that might entice her and that's how I ended up at Izzy's Closet. I'm going to do my darnedest to see if the gorgeous romper above will coax her out of her anti-pants crusade. Wish me luck. Do you think if I can get away with calling it tutu-pants?

Summer picnic

It's summer (finally) and summer means picnics. In a park, on the beach, in the spare room - anywhere a girl can find somewhere to unpack her basket and share tiny cupcakes with teddy bears and dollies. And every girl needs a gorgeous picnic blanket to go with her picnic china. Mummy picked this lovely blanket up at Cotton On Kids last week and it's simply perfect for summer soirees.

Rainy day

What's a girl to do when the heavens open on a perfectly good Saturday afternoon? Organise her summer shoes of course. I've had somewhat of a buying spree lately - all necessitated by our move to a slightly warmer climate. No frivolous purchases at all.

I'm still totally in love with Chook Leaf shoes and can't wait to get out and about in my tan thongs, but my new shoe obsession for this summer is Saltwater sandals from Little Pinwheel.

I have three pairs so far (yellow, pink and red) and I think it's safe to assume I'm going to keep building my collection - if for no other reason than they come in Mummy sizes too and any pint-sized fashionista knows it's simply not cool for Mummy to have more of a good thing than you!

Beachy chic

What's a girl to wear when she's house-hunting in the morning and chasing seagulls and rolling down hills in the afternoon? It's quite the conundrum - on the one hand there's the need to look stylish and presentable to impress real estate agents and on the other there's the need to be comfy and able to run like only a toddler can run. Fortunately I had my trusty Neige jeans on hand and teamed them with this gorgeous blouse from Brusselsprouts. The caftan shape tapped into the afternoon's beach shenanigans whilst the colours and fabric looked oh so chic and 'rent my parents house please'.

Sunday Style

Sunday is all about relaxing. It's about bacon and eggs and coffee and lazily reading newspapers until midday- oh no, wait, that's what Mummy and Daddy used to do before I came along. Nowadays we're the ones waking the birds up with rowdy renditions of Rock-a-Bye Your Bear and the Alphabet song, not to mention confusing the poor things with our moo-ing. Bet they had no idea they lived near Old Macdonald's farm inhabited by some extremely vocal cows.

Style-wise it's a day that calls for a blend of comfort and creativity. Comfort because, well, it's a day of relaxation and creativity because if you can't be creative with your fashion on a Sunday when can you be?

My comfort pieces today are some blue and white stripe tights by And Me Too (if you peer closely enough at the first picture you can see them!) and my Sloppy Joe from Cotton On Kids. Absolutely perfect for a day of relaxing interspersed with random bursts of running and dancing. To mix it up a little I threw on my Three Little Trees tutu from Georgia's Garden and my Walnut gumboots. Both are a little big still, but that only makes them more comfortable, right?

Zoom Zoom

Mummy has a slight cushion fetish and early signs suggest I have inherited it. At the recent Mathilda's Market I simply couldn't leave this cushion - and its twin - behind. I love the bright Echino fabric and they're just the right size to sit in my playroom shelves or on my play table chairs. Or you know, scattered artfully on the floor with all my other toys and odds and ends. Mummy's hoping that Anastasia from Cheeky Textiles is at the next markets too so she can get some big cushions for our living room.

Mr Owl

I bought Grandma a subscription to a patchwork and craft magazine for Christmas and it turns out it was an inspired idea - it means I get handmade toys as well as clothes! Quite frankly I'm not sure why I didn't think of it earlier! This gorgeous little critter emerged from Grandma's suitcase when she came to visit a few weeks ago and it was love at first sight. I know he's mostly pink, but I'm very firmly of the opinion that all owls are boys. Hence, he is known as Mr Owl.