Our Dressing Rules

I love to write. So sometimes I will just sit down and write things. I was going through some old documents on my computer and found this list that I had written about a year ago. It cracked me up so I thought I would share. Tabitha has come a LONG way in a year but I am posting this today because just this morning she was crying and refusing to get dressed due to underwear issues....read on to understand!

Sunday in my house is not a day of rest. Each week I have to prep myself for the next one. Our Tabitha does not like clothing. So this makes putting on dress once a week extremely difficult. Let alone just a typical day. This is the clothing rule in our house for Tabitha.

1. All Tags are immediately cut off before wear because if a tag is felt the shirt is deemed “ITCHY!!!” and is cast off.

2. No logos on the front of shirts that can be felt from the inside are allowed.

3. No Collars on shirts.

4. Absolutely no leggings, or tights or anything else that clings to legs.

5. No jeans. They cut off circulation around the waist.

6. No footed PJ”s.

7. Dresses that have any lace, frill foof foofs, collars, or poufs, are considered, “ITCHY!!!” and are also cast out.

8. All dresses still must be able to twirl beautifully despite lacking all of rule number 7.

9. All socks must not have any seams by the toes or a correct indentation of where to put your heel. (If anyone has a knowledge of socks existing of this description please contact me)

10. All shoes that cover the entire foot “HURT MY FEET!!!”

11. Flip flops are worn in the spring, summer, fall, and winter. They are worn throughout rain, wind and snow and somehow feet “ARE NOT COLD.”

12. Underwear was invented by some evil seamstress who wanted to punish everyone with “WEDGIES!!!”

13. We only buy underwear that has a sticker “Wedgie free guaranteed.” and even those are not "guaranteed".

14. Coats that have any sort of elastic around the wrist are unfit to be a coat.

15. Gloves hurt fingers, hats are “ITCHY!!!” and scarves make it so you can’t breath.

As you can see dressing, in my house, is pretty much hell.