Ode to The Dress

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Rarely does this blog served as a fashion forum. But this week we’re saying goodbye to a veteran of the kids’ closet .

Well… if they had a closet.

The Dress. An unassuming but perfect piece of child couture. 

It’s a juvenile version of the little black dress — a versatile, plaid frock, suitable for any occasion.

It was a hand me down before we inherited it. And it’s been in heavy rotation for five years. Since Hadley first donned it at 18 months old.

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By the time she’d grown out of it, Brynn was ready to slip it on.

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Scrolling through my photo library, The Dress surfaces in oodles of images.

Why is it so great? Well, it’s classic preppy, quasi-dressy & quasi-casual (Tommy Hilfiger, for you label conscious readers). And it’s impervious to stains. Food tries to latch on, but The Dress repels edible products in Kevlar fashion.

I thought that Brynn would don the dress for another season, but she retired it. She saw me assembling a bag of hand me downs for a friend, and Brynn told me to add The Dress. “My hands don’t fit in the pockets anymore,” she said.

I felt a faint pang for this ever-present swatch of plaid fabric.

But The Dress will carry on its mission: clothing another kid — and repelling ketchup blobs and melted ice cream, in a single bound.

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