After school yesterday:
Rockstar: Mum. We are not wearing school uniform tomorrow.
Me (gleefully looking thru his clothes): <Holding up Ralph Lauren shirt> Wanna wear this tomorrow Rockstar?
Rockstar: <Without looking up> Yeah ok.
Me: You really don’t care what you wear, do you?
Rockstar:<Without looking up> Nope. But we are not supposed to wear school uniform tomorrow.
The Ralph Lauren just didn’t give me enough mileage, so I broke out the big guns – his sole linen blazer that I reserve for weddings (when else do you seriously put blazers on little kids if not at occasions where people take loads of pictures?) Honestly branded, smart clothes are not for the kids, they are for the pleasure of their mothers. All that marketing – for targeting mums.
Decisions decisions... (Clockwise from top left: With Hugo Boss shirt, insanely oversized souvenir shirt from NZ, hey - his school shirt looks pretty good with a jacket, Stanley Market "disposable" tee, vintage plane tee from Sai Kung market)
Rockstar walks by, eyes the little pile and tugs at the navy tee, “I’ll wear that. I like planes,” and wanders off again. End of story. Sigh. At least it was a clean shirt.
And there we are (pants from Stanley Market)... Don't know what the two of them are doing though, now when I post this I realize the dog doesn't look very happy... But she could've just walked off and she didn't - really sometimes I think JD is a saint
