I was pushing my son on the swings. As is appropriate for a grubby Saturday morning, I am attired in a t shirt, track pants, and flops; no makeup, hair in a messy bun, sweating. My son is in a t shirt and some sort of cotton pant. He is also sweating.
Some lady comes up with her child to the next swing. The child is in a smocked dress with coordinating bow, BRIGHT WHITE, perfect, and sandals. The mother has her hair done, is wearing a fashionable off the shoulder dress, and 4" espadrille platforms, laced up her leg like ballerina slippers. She is not sweating.
An older woman, presumably the grandmother, comes up. Cigarette pants, crisp white button down, gold flats. They proceed to engage in conversation while the child swings, while not even looking at the kid, who makes not a peep.
My son is currently in a pushing phase and is playing with la bebe francaise. Shit. Or merde, as it were. I trust if he knocks her down they'll all be like c'est la vie and shrug gallicly.
Since moving to France, I am constantly amazed at the clothes these kids wear. lol. My kid stands out like a sore thumb in her bright stuff while she is surrounded by a bunch of really cute old lady look-a-likes.
Post by imobviouslystaying on Apr 30, 2016 15:23:38 GMT -5
I am mad there is no picture of this smocked perfection. I mean I'm not putting my kid in that shit to go to the park but I adore the hell out of and try to sew up French baby clothes.
Was it a floral dress?
Lots of smocking?
I MUST KNOW MORE.
If homegirl was wearing a liberty print smocked dress and all I got out of you is some derision, I'm coming up there.
I am mad there is no picture of this smocked perfection. I mean I'm not putting my kid in that shit to go to the park but I adore the hell out of and try to sew up French baby clothes.
Was it a floral dress?
Lots of smocking?
I MUST KNOW MORE.
If homegirl was wearing a liberty print smocked dress and all I got out of you is some derision, I'm coming up there.
No, almost a 60s print, purple and white. Just a little smocking across the top.
Randomly, the French kids I know here are generally wearing athletic shorts and tshirts and running around barefoot. It's not boring well for my plans to turn M into childhood perfection by enrolling him in the French school.