Nate’s wide-eyed wonder perfectly captures the reverence our family has for the Princess Nightgown.
You might say it’s tacky.
And you would be right. Actually, calling this nightgown tacky is like calling Nate “a little bit cute.” This nightgown, with its pink TULLE sleeves, shiny illustrations of doe-eyed Disney royalty, and matching pink TULLE overlay, is so way beyond tacky.
Yes, just like Nate is so way beyond cute.
This little piece of WT apparel (I’m back to the nightgown, not Nate) came into our lives about four years ago when M. and Catie had to run to Wal-Mart for lightbulbs or generic potato chips or whatever anyone ever goes to Walmart for. Anyway, Catie spotted this little slip of kiddie lingerie. M. caved and bought it.
Poor guy. It’s about the only piece of clothing he’s bought the kids. And wouldn’t you know it? His one purchase had to be the infamous Princess Nightgown.
For Catie, the love affair had begun.
I tried to hide the pink tulle slip of tackiness under her age-appropriate gyminies, but every night she dug out the Walmart nightgown. And wore it until I had to cut off the pink tulle overlay. Really, by the time I pried the nightgown from Catie’s toddler fingers, it was beyond ready for the Goodwill pile. Or the trash.
But, of course, I saved it. How could I throw away something she’d worn almost every night for two years?
And then Ellie found the nightgown.
Guess what happened?
It’s true. My littlest fashinista has succumbed. She wears the darn thing every night. I didn’t think it was possible, but she’s more attached to it than her big sister.
Ugh.
And that is the story of the Princess Nightgown.
