In our house jeans are required to be “pretty” before M will wear them. I figure it’s less effort to make jeans “pretty” than to buy n-billion pairs of $10 tights which last maybe 2 wearings before M manages to rip the knees out of them, so we chat about what she wants on the jeans (this time she drew me a picture of morning glories and vines) and I embroider them.
My latest effort, modelled by M along with tap shoes* and a pink hoodie:
*: No, I am not insane enough to actually buy tap shoes. They were gifted to her by her friend S who had outgrown them.