At age four, Wavey already has this thing for fashion. What I've been offering up lately hasn't been "pretty enough" or "twirly enough." And if the day's attire choices doesn't have the option for tights, then prepare for a meltdown. The irony is that I would hardly call myself fashion-conscious so where she gets this minor obsession with her outward appearance is a bit of a mystery.
In any case, I couldn't get her to wear a little white sweater I recently bought. "It's too plain!" she whined. So I whipped up a few quick stitches and despite it's wonkiness (hey, not bad for complete free-hand and lack of general embroidery know-how!), she now loves her newly monogrammed sweater.