Ash and I went clothes shopping this morning. It reinforced that we definitely have differing styles, and the days of frilly pink dresses, or any dresses for that matter, are long behind us. Welcome all manner of black, grey, boxy, and distressed. It’s a little like shopping with B. I hold up something that I think will meet with her most stringent guidelines for clothing
purchases, “This is cute. What about this?”

She glances at the garment, “No. I won’t wear that.”

“Why?”

She sighs, “Mom, nothing pink or purple.” 

“It’s black.”

“But it also has purple.”