I have clear images of some of my girlhood cloths. One was a yellow shirt with the shape of a girl whose face was hidden under her hat over a bent head and her hair, blond woven hair made of wool cloth, was a separate piece I could touch and wrap around my finger.
I remember a machine woven dirty-pink shirt with the shape of a dark pink cat on it. I was around 6 or 7 years young and I liked that cat.
I grew up in a family were the harsh distinctions between boys and girls were absent. So the notion of cat for girls and trains for boys was a bit foreign to me when strolling some baby shops in Notth America.
I try to remain exclusive about colors and patterns for my kids especially in their clothing with the hope that they will think broad and above societal rigid "norms".
Happy I was when I spot a lion shape on a girly pair of socks for my little angel. The lion, the male lion, is complete with a bow and the scalloped socks are feminine yet novel and inclusive.
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