My daughter, Jada, was two when she developed her point of view. She has a knack for looking good in her own unique way. I could never pull off her choices of outfits. Her warm chocolate skin and dark curly hair give her an unending array of color choices, and she knows it.
She started with layering clothes, not just jackets, but skirts on top of leggings and matching socks accordingly. Next came shoes. By the time she turned three, she had created her own version of “Little Miss Matched" with mismatched shoes—each pair of which matched in Jada’s signature way. Every day she would wear mismatched shoes as if they had come in the box that way.