The Robot Spacesuit dress

When Maia came home from her grandparents on Thursday with some shiny silver shoes I had to rethink my dress strategy. Maybe I wouldn't make her look like an extra from a period film... Maybe I'd dress her like a space age robot.


I picked this silver fabric up on Friday afternoon, and the darker silver lining that you can see on the underside of the skirt. That everyone saw on the underside of the skirt, because all day long she bunched her skirt up around her waist.


This is her cheeky face. She has it on 98% of the time. If I'd had more time, I would have tracked down a silver fabric that doesn't unravel if you so much as look as it. If was a glass half full type of girl, I'd say that we'll have plenty to do this week picking silver filaments out of the carpet.


Jamie looked the business. We traipsed all over Edinburgh looking for a childsized cravat before I admitted defeat, bought an adult one, and cut it up to make a pint-sized one.


If you'd told me fifteen years ago I'd have a son who wore a kilt I'd have called Social Services and tried to have you sectioned.


He is probably running from all the girls who wanted to kiss him.



I wore the pink dress.