Drowning in Kawaii

When one has two small girls floating about the house, one finds great delight in much of the clothing and accessories marketed to such (read: their mothers and aunts and grandmothers). I was never particularly into Hello Kitty myself, but there is a certain level of personality revamping that goes on when one controls the dressing and the adornment. It's really the main reason we have children, and if someone tells you differently, they are lying.

Bean lost one of her Hello Kitty barrettes at school today, and I was slightly appalled at how sad I was at this fact. It wasn't just the fact that I spent probably six dollars more than they were worth (I paid $6.95), they were damn cute in a pair. Being at times reasonably sane, I did realize how easy it would be to remedy this situation, so I go onto the Sanrio website and...did you know that Hello Kitty is apparently channeling Julia Roberts' character from Pretty Woman? Neither did I. I was compelled to click through the myriad offerings of completely useless crap, and I swear to you, I was developing diabetes by the third description. Not to mention the fact that you can search based on "youth, teen or WOMEN". Women. I know grown women buy this stuff, go mad for this stuff, are perhaps a tad off balanced about this stuff, but good GOD. There is just no illusion that it's all for the kids anymore, is there?

I hang my head in shame as I admit that I will probably buy Bean some more barrettes. But I will not wear them myself.

Update: Hello Kitty barrette found. Hoffman house safe from new infusion of kawaii.