Who says girls don’t like trains?
My toddler used to be a great eater. She’s eaten everything from undressed lettuce leaves to sriracha on a spoon (seriously). Then three hit the brakes on all that adventurousness. I refuse to get into control battles about food (that’s a losing game) and I also refuse to cater to her tastes (she’d eat fruit […]
The problem isn’t that she’s pink, or even that she spent her Saturday morning and her overtime pay getting false eyelashes.
It’s not just about reducing decision fatigue and closet meltdowns.
After years of over-thinking how I might create a highly edited capsule or uniform-based wardrobe, I stumbled my way into one.
If I’d tried to come up with an image to represent the invisible work of women, secret nursing during a sermon on the role of the sexes would have been far too obvious to use.