A few days ago I needed to work at my boutique and thought I would take my three-year-old along with me. I knew it was a gamble because the prior times she ended up rearranging all the clothing and shoe displays that were within her reach, along with extracting all the sea salt in the jewelry display case and sprinkling it all over the place–including me.
Although she still ended up wearing all the rings she could get her Crayola covered paws on and playing “check out” with the calculator, this time was very different.
By one o’clock we had been there for two hours and she was being great. She entertained herself while I outfitted women in pieces they couldn’t live without. Sloane made her way around the floor, checking out merchandise for herself. After being quiet as a mouse for a little while, she walked over to me behind the counter and gave me a big red smile–she had found the lip gloss and had applied bright red Rockstar almost perfectly to her lips. I laughed as she struck a pose then kissed her on the cheek. I looked into her big blue eyes for a moment—that’s when the idea hit me to take her downstairs, (where I had recently set up a photo studio to shoot our models for our website), and get her in front of the camera.
She started out in her own outfit and twenty minutes later she was wearing a silver sequin tunic from my store (adult xs), which looked like a ball gown on her. Then after that we moved on to an ugly Michael Simon cardigan from the saleroom. I’m not even sure how that thing even ended up in my store, but it did, lol. And just like any good fashionista, she kept changing her shoes every five minutes. The entire time I was shooting her I just kept thinking, oh man, I’m gonna be in trouble when this little girl grows up…
We had a blast and it’s a day I will remember forever. She was a true supermodel, giving me every look from sweet, to demure, to surprised, to even sexy. She wasn’t a toddler anymore, she was a supermodel–my supermodel…..Her cat face….