kk is the new black

Mini (ish) Me?

I have noticed lately that my seven year old daughter and I are often sartorially in sync. This may be in part because now, more than when I was a child, little girl’s clothes are pretty much shrunken versions of women’s (think Crew Cuts). And, I do love shopping for my daughter as much as myself and thus, my sprees generally yield clothing for her that I wish were made in my size.

However, our dressed-alike days have truly been serendipitous. Just the other day, we both emerged from our bedrooms wearing denim shorts, white shirts, and leather sandals—mine black, her’s a dark brown. And then there was my brother’s wedding back in October (where this photo was taken.) I had planned on wearing black because, well, most of my dresses are black, but found out a week before the wedding, via email, that I was part of the Russian orthodox ceremony. My job: holding a crown over the head of my soon to be sister-in-law whom I had never met. At the end of the email, almost as an after thought, my brother wrote, “You can’t wear black.”

I spent the next few days frantically searching my favorite shops. Fortunately, I found this gorgeous dress by Philip Lim. Unfortunately is was more than I wanted to spend. I had not given any thought to the dress my daughter had chosen for the wedding—one she picked out the moment she heard of her uncle’s engagement. Nor did I realize,until the morning of the nuptials, that our dresses and shoes had a similar look (or at the very least, we were coordinated.) The funny part was my husband wore a light gray suit and purple gingham shirt. Sartorial synchronicity was spreading.