Every day that Maia is at the childminder's, she comes home wearing a costume. A princess, a fairy, a ballerina...
I was World's Biggest Tomboy when I was growing up, and assumed that as my daughter she would be the same. I was confident I could hold the Princess at bay at least until she went to school. I underestimated my opponent. The lure of the Princess is too strong; resistance is futile. And if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
I made this pink and turquoise pettiskirt for her to wear on Easter. There are five layers: netting, tulle, netting, tulle, satin underskirt (which prevents her legs from getting jagged by the tulle). Each layer is two tiers, 50 inches and 100 inches in circumference respectively, and they are all attached to a spotty waistband. So, math fans, that's 600 inches of gathering between all the skirts.
You can see the turquoise satin peeking out at the top, and it can be rolled down to make the tutu a bit shorter.
And now for my public apology. I have discouraged others from buying pettiskirts. I've gone on the record and said without prevaricating: I don't like tutus on toddlers. I'm sorry, I was wrong. It turns out that I really like tutus on toddlers. It's made of cute.