Confession.

Mmmkay. I have a confession to make. And I may lose some friends over this one. Or hurt some feelings. I might even get some hate mail. Okay. So here it is.

I don't like smocking.
(Much to his great grandma's dismay)

I know, I know. I'll go ahead and pour you a tall glass of haterade. But as much as I've tried to make myself, I don't ...

So I know what you must be thinking. Surely I can't be a true Southern girl (I am, Texas born and raised). Surely I have terrible taste (I'll leave that opinion up to you). And SURELY I haven't given it a chance (I have, it makes my all boy little boy look like he's playing dress up in baby doll clothes).

If you're not from the south you may be wondering what the H - EEEEEECK smocking is. Well, here's an example ...


First of all, that's me. So as you can see I've been subjected to smocking from a young age. The smocking is what's on my dress in the picture on the left. Generally there are bunnies or frogs or other woodland creatures frolicking about etched into the design and, for boys, it's gathered and bubbled all around the legs with snaps and ruffles and other such babyish things. My boy? Climbs, makes tooting noises with his mouth, runs into things, knocks things over, makes messes, rides the dog and is generally ... well a destructive toddler. I just can't see putting him in these outfits, really for any occasion, and not giggling at him. It just doesn't fit him. Especially with his baby Beiber-like hair. That's why, when it comes to him, I like places like Gymboree, Children's Place and Target. Comfy, affordable and easy to launder = perfect clothes for C.

Now here's the real kicker. I think they're cute on other peoples kids! (So please don't email me and tell me I hurt your feelings because I said your kid's clothes aren't cute). Does that make any sense?

Probably not. But I feel better having confessed it. So, if someone includes me on an email list of a sale of Southern Smocking Galore, they'll understand why I most likely won't respond. :)

Now it may be a whole different ball game if a little girl enters my testosterone filled home, but for now? You'll only see my little one running around in T-shirts, cargo shorts and tennis shoes. Because that fits his personality (and his momma's) to a T.



See? I told you so.