To Be Maxie Pearl: A Photo Essay

The heinous dress kept calling to me. And like a traffic accident, I couldn't stop from sneaking peaks. It was a pink on pink confection, bubblegum on top with matching bows on a fuchsia ballerina skirt. Oh, and did I mention Hello Kitty's puss emblazoned across the bodice? My teeth hurt just looking at it.

I was standing in the checkout line at Macy's buying last minute Christmas gifts when the monstrosity caught my eye. My cynical inner voice couldn't help but query, "What poor Filipino sweat shop kid pieced together that dish rag?" But quashing the cynicism was another voice, one that was more powerful, more resonant, and I'm embarrassed to admit, surprising fey, "Maxie would love it!" Followed immediately by, "And I have a coupon!"

I'm not sure which gave me the fortitude, the possibility of making my daughter deliriously happy or twenty-five percent off the already discounted price, but either way, I grabbed a 5T off the rack and continued towards the register.


My daughter is a girly girl. As much as I try to broaden her palate, she continually leans towards pinks and purples, princesses and fairies, drop waist dresses and heavy eye makeup. As a matter of fact, dresses are a must. She absolutely refuses to wear pants; even leggings are an iffy endeavor. And while my seven year old son is practically sock challenged, my three year old daughter can pull on a pair of tights in record time when fashion dictates.

Last week, Maxie wrapped a scarf around her head, slid on a pair of sunglasses, and proffered a pout that Kim Kardashian would kill for...she was ready for preschool. When we got there, or rather, when Maxie made her entrance, I heard two of the older girls gush, "Ohhh, look at her!"

I'm sure this is wrong, but as I prompted Maxie to say thank you, which she refused to do because her pout had taken on a life of its own, I was filled with an enormous sense of pride. My daughter is going to be a fashion icon. And in Hollywood, that can be a successful career!

Many parents indulge in this type of daydream, but mine has the distinct possibility of becoming reality. I'll prove it. Let me share with you what it's like to be Maxie Pearl: the decisions, the dilemmas, the designer knock-offs.

The dresses in a little girl's closet should be a balance of fantasy and every day. Along with the seven princess dresses (two of them mermaids), two ladybug costumes, four pairs of fairy wings and a silk kimono, are an array of party frocks, which Maxie isn't afraid to wear to school, and sometimes with sneakers. Always a step ahead, that girl.

And speaking of kicks, shoes play an important role in my daughter's aesthetic. Is it a sandal day? Perhaps a saucy strap or a kicky boot? An open toed shoe in the rain? Galoshes in sweltering heat? Why not? Practicality has no say. This is about fashion.

As Betsey Johnston once told my daughter...well, not Betsey Johnson exactly, more like a drag queen impersonating Betsey Johnson, and when I say drag queen, I mean my husband in a cheap wig after a few too many...actually, when it comes right down to it, who uttered the sentient words is not as important as how my daughter heard them... A girl cannot have too many handbags.

Maxie feels it's important to have an assortment: some clutches, some with straps, some to hold little doggies (the stuffed animal of choice), some to sleekly hide an Ariel cell phone or a kiwi lip gloss.

This white papa has learned a thing or two about black girl hair. It's not just about follicle growth. It's an ongoing way of life. The village constantly asks what I put in Maxie's hair. Well, I use any combination of detangling shampoo, leave-in conditioner, scalp conditioner, moisturizing lotion, oil, glossing polish, and hair milk. And it is only with these products that I can brush, comb, twist, braid, puff and pigtail Maxie's hair using her favorite bows, clips, ties, barrettes, headbands, scrunchies, and hair bobs.

Maxie also believes accessories are key. She will tie an ensemble together with jewelry, scarves, eye ware, and sometimes yes...

...just the right tiara.


On Christmas morning she ripped off the dreidel gift wrapping, pulled aside the Kwanzaa tissue paper and as if it was the shroud of Turin she gingerly lifted the Hello Kitty dress from the box. Instantaneous awe. She insisted on taking off her penguin Christmas pajamas and putting on the eyesore right then and there.

Oh God, my mother is going to see it. I'm sure she'll have some snappy quip. Or maybe my feminist-leaning sisters will pipe in, "Why do you always buy Maxie pink dresses?" Couldn't my daughter wait until we get back to LA? To the privacy of our own home? Then if I really hate it, I can dig out the receipt, return it without her knowing and feign ignorance, "I have no idea where the dress went."

Too late. It's over hear head. Right arm. Left arm. Oh God, she's twirling. Maybe no one saw. Maybe...

Hold up. This dress isn't half bad. In fact...'s kinda cute.

Holy Mother, my mother is complimenting her. Hallelujah!

Contrary to what my husband might think, the best thing this Christmas wasn't getting a MacBook Pro, it was that Maxie Pearl's dress didn't suck.


Big shout out to the wonderful writers at Dad Blogs. Be sure to check them out!


BellaDaddy said…
Have Mercy....ours is only 3.5 and already, A Fashionista...(she prefers Big Girl Diva)! Thanks for sharing your littles ones closet of couture...loved it!

Happy Fatherhood Friday

I have three little boys who will wear literally anything (one who actually prefers to wear NOTHING) - dirty, mismatched, worn-out or straight-up ugly, it doesn't matter. This post makes me wish I had a little girl ... or that at least one of my boys would develop a keen eye for fashion. :)
Sharon said…
"I don't understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little - if only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that's the day she has a date with destiny. And it's best to be as pretty as possible for destiny.”

I wished I had said that.
Vodka Mom said…
If you don't let her dress herself for kindergarten I will personally KICK YOUR BUTT!!!!!!!!

Vodka Logic said…
A girl never has too many purses is a genetic fact.

thanks to Vodka Mom I have found your blog.. love it.
surprised mom said…
Your little one IS a fashion icon and will take Hollywood, nay the world by storm! Her closet is a little girl's dream! My inner little girl is envious of her sense of fashion and her dresses. When I was that age all my clothes were, can you say polyester? ewwwwwe!

And her new dress? Perfect!
gretchen said…
Maxie totally rocks Hello Kitty. I truly admire that you put your own esthetic tastes aside to chose a present that you know Maxie would adore. Good Daddy!
This post is adorable. SHE'S adorable!
Some things you just can't fight. And it's kind of fun, right??
The fashion senses that my kids had at her age have followed them right on thru to young adulthood. And I still enjoy it just as much!
I completely understand Maxie.

I only wear pajamas. ALL the time.
Ellie said…
THat collection of hair ornaments is something else!rilyper
Mimi Lenox said…
"The dresses in a little girl's closet should be a balance of fantasy and every day."

That goes for big girls too!
Anonymous said…
It's the next Tavi!

jennifer said…
loving your blog!!
thanks for your excellent writing and refreshing honesty!
jennifer said…
loving your blog!!
thanks for your excellent writing and refreshing honesty!
CSY said…
My daughter was NEVER a girly girl. She HATES anything to do with pink, frilly or lacy...of course, she's only 12. then again, it may be due to the fact that I'm not a girly girl! Maxie is BEAUTIFUL in her Hello Kitty dress! You did a GOOD JOB, mommy!
essay writing said…
Many institutions limit access to their online information. Making this information available will be an asset to all.

Popular posts from this blog

Is Facebook Racist?

Coming out of the Shade

We've All Encountered Trayvon