Yesterday, Giggles, M-M and I went shopping for graduation dresses. 98% of Giggles’ wardrobe comes from generous friends and neighbors who gift us their gently used items. This is so nice, especially since nearly all our clothing budget is eaten up by the boys’ incessant need for pants without holes in the knees. It seemed appropriate that Giggles should have something new for such a momentous occasion.
I guess I’m out of touch with what is for sale in the pre-teen world of dresses. I don’t consider myself a prude, nor do I model modesty the way I should though. I wear a bikini in the summer time (I think I’m border line too old though), but I usually wear a cover up. I enjoy my high heels (sometimes a little TOO much). But, I haven’t ever worn a sack dress either. I think I strike a balance. I do believe in keeping myself covered, and Giggles and I have had talk after talk about boys and why I married the only one I ever seriously dated. I read the articles about modesty for pre-teen and teen girls and choose what I think is appropriate for my daughter and talk to her about it.
I am probably not as good as hammering the point home as I should be. Yesterday’s shopping venture taught me that. Good lord. I’m a little scandalized. It was SO hard to find a dress for Giggles that I found even remotely appropriate. Strapless? NO WAY. Cut so short that if she bends you’ll see her butt cheeks? NOT HAPPENING. Animal prints? Love them on my accessories, but HATE them on my eleven-year-old daughter.
Here’s what we said no to…
There are so many things wrong with this dress for a 5th grader. Yet that is who it’s being marketed to.
I won’t buy from Abercrombie, but we passed it in a window. Giggles looked, smiled politely and shook her head. I reaffirmed that was the right choice, because I wouldn’t have allowed her to even try it on.