

My sense of fashion withered while raising nine kids on a hobby farm. I barely had enough time to make sure my dress was clean and my hair and teeth were brushed before I hustled everyone out the door and made sure they were all well-groomed. This changed when my daughters were in their late teens because they organized an all-out assault to bring me into the 21st century. They took me to a hair salon for a cut and makeover, plucked my eyebrows, bought me clothes and makeup, and forced me to throw out decade-old comfy clothes.
Part of my problem was I really did not want to be caught up in what I thought was a worldly interest in clothes and makeup. I was focused on trying to live as a godly woman but in the end, I hid any beauty or grace God had given me. Now after a few years of fashion intervention, I must admit, if it weren't for my six daughters, I would look dowdy, which I realized was not, at best, a particularly holy look.
My Fashion Critic
My most devoted fashion critic and makeover specialist is my fifth child, Claire.
Tiny, adorable, clever and independent Claire was always strong-willed, high maintenance, and high-strung. Claire was a beautiful little package of contradictions who gave me strife and hilarious joy, sometimes at the very same time. Although her fashion sense has developed into a wonderful gift now that she is in her late twenties, at three and four years old this “gift” was a pain. Claire changed her clothes often throughout the day, from the age of two. Watching one of the few videos of our family, one of my older daughters pointed at the screen and laughed,
“Look at Claire. That is the third time she has changed clothes during this video!”
Sure enough, the pipsqueak had another outfit on.
Claire was always aware of what she was wearing as well as those around her, which often led to disagreements about what she could and could not wear. Although she was a mature, articulate, fashion-conscious three-year-old, I was still concerned Claire was too young to start half day four-year-old kindergarten. When she stomped into the house for lunch after her first morning, ranting about a little girl who had worn a “jean skirt with a matching jean jacket,” I realized it was the school which was not quite ready for Claire!
Claire was born with a gift for a sense of fashion; she sure did not learn it from me. This was a definite example of nature, not nurture -- and Claire has been my most persistent fashion advisor.
One evening as I tried to rush out of the house, Claire looked up from her homework, looked me up and down disapprovingly and asked, very slowly,
“Are you going out?”
I answered in the affirmative.
Claire continued, “And you’re wearing that?”
I nodded slowly. I knew the direction this conversation was headed.
“I don’t think so,” she stated with authority “Remember the navy pants that Melissa bought you for Christmas and the top that Rachel gave you on Mother’s Day? That would look really sharp with my light blue scarf and my little black belt. Could you please try it on?”
I sighed and trudged back upstairs because it was easier just to comply. I must admit that she was right. Of course, once I came down, Claire had to jump up to adjust the belt and re-tie the scarf, but as a result of listening to my daughter’s fashion advice, my husband was pleasantly surprised.
Really, though, Claire is an expert at changing outfits. She has been practicing since she was two years old, refining a gift from God.
Copyright 2018 Melanie Jean Juneau
About the Author

Melanie Jean Juneau
Melanie Jean Juneau is a mother of nine children who blogs at joy of nine9. Her writing is humorous and heart-warming; thoughtful and thought-provoking. Part of her call and her witness is to write the truth about children, family, marriage and the sacredness of life. Melanie is the administrator of ACWB, the Editor in Chief at CatholicLane, CatholicStand, Catholic365 , CAPC & author of Echoes of the Divine.
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