tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489292.post5189731929380311770..comments2023-04-29T05:34:55.749-04:00Comments on life as orieyenta: What not to wearorieyentahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08196912567675213457noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489292.post-2498142854306755752008-03-05T15:14:00.000-05:002008-03-05T15:14:00.000-05:00I am particularly thrilled with her natural use of...I am particularly thrilled with her natural use of Yiddish ;)Rebecca Einstein Schorrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09304661918070274646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489292.post-91599406071410298782008-02-14T20:05:00.000-05:002008-02-14T20:05:00.000-05:00I think it's all in the attitude - the orange/pink...I think it's all in the attitude - the orange/pink/red combos that were a terrible clashing no-no when I was a kid somehow look cute and funky on little girls nowadays. LO ought to wear her contrasting patterns with pride. <BR/><BR/>Of course, this is coming from me - I mostly wore mismatched thrift store concoctions in my teen years much to my own mother's chagrin (though we could afford for me to wear first-hand clothes). Wonder if I'll get it back from Ann, Andy, or Little Rag?RaggedyMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01022064984702182705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489292.post-35010134436381154872008-02-14T16:02:00.000-05:002008-02-14T16:02:00.000-05:00Oh...that outfit...it is just so wrong....On the o...Oh...that outfit...it is just so wrong....<BR/><BR/>On the other hand, I also had a problem with emm...matching things when I was a kid. And look how I turned out!<BR/><BR/>Oh. Well. Maybe don't. Never mind!<BR/><BR/>:)Gilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13246089571573457394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489292.post-83103885155927102232008-02-13T22:13:00.000-05:002008-02-13T22:13:00.000-05:00I just don't get into it. If DS wants to wear his ...I just don't get into it. If DS wants to wear his (favorite) green plastic frog boots (yes shaped like frogs) with his pink fuzzy pajamas (which he calls sweaties, and why not? they aren't appreciably different than a sweatsuit in function) to gan, what do I care? As long as we get there on time, which is harder to arrange if I have to struggle with him about his clothes.Kol Ra'ash Gadolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15990368493440225799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489292.post-15905077458604981742008-02-12T23:52:00.000-05:002008-02-12T23:52:00.000-05:00You should see some of the concoctions my daughter...You should see some of the concoctions my daughter comes up with.Another meshugannah mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08811598534086866697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29489292.post-64082119950642765812008-02-12T22:39:00.000-05:002008-02-12T22:39:00.000-05:00I have that same skirt, er, kilt. ;)I have that same skirt, er, kilt. ;)Jack Steinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16625864271071630940noreply@blogger.com