August 6, 2008, 6:45 am
Portrait, morning homage to Sol Lewitt
That older sister insisted last night that they wear the OTHER pair of matching pajamas.
Here's the thing. I don't go for the matchy-matchy. I wouldn't do this to them. I think it objectifies them. It labels them each half of a pair. Salt and pepper. Salt 'n' Pepa. It doesn't identify them as the individuals they are and as whom they deserve to be recognized.
But. But. This sisterhood of theirs. Well, the younger is still just along for the ride but that older one? She's digging the matchy-matchy. And I've always said I won't do this to them - but if they request it, I'm not going to interfere. Interfering doesn't make any more sense to me than endorsing this little bit of micro-branding. We've now run through the sum-total two pairs of matching pajamas we have. But look what that clever monkey pulled out for them to wear to school today.
August 6, 2008, 7:15 am
Portrait, morning homage to Bridget Riley
They are E. And L. And the matchy-matchy, to me this looks like one E&L. But for now, at least, that's how they like it. Some tushies, huh?
And now, a public service announcement:
Attention Grandmothers Getting Notions: do not plan any shopping expeditions based on this post. Do not rearrange tomorrow evening's schedule to fit in a run to the mall. Even without limitless matchy-matchy outfits, these girls will survive. They have too much clothing already. Do not add to the laundry pile. Thank you. That concludes this message.