When she came down this morning, having selected her own outfit, I blinked. Twice. But Ceilidh was adamant with her choice. She would not be changing.
True - she was wearing an outfit that was weather appropriate. And clean.
Clearly, she was exercising and demonstrating her own individual style. That's a good thing. My Ceilidh won't be a follower. She will be a nonconformist. She will march to the beat of her own drum. She exudes confidence. Maybe she'll be a world leader. Or a fashion icon. Today, she'll simply be the most colourful pupil in her class. Right down to her deliberately mismatched socks.
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