Well, spring has officially sprung. We’re getting consistent temps up above the low to mid ‘blah’s, and aside from a wind speed that could knock the socks off of a cat, being outside has become pleasant again.
That’s one way I know that spring is here—weather. The other way I know that spring is here?
Let me take a few moments to talk about the fashion phenomenon that is Matilda Jane.
You’ll see at least one of them, in any social gathering, classroom, or church congregation for miles around. A little girl who come preening into a room, sashaying about with an audible swish of fabric. “Boom!” her outfit says. “Matilda Jane!”
Don’t be jealous, this little girl’s outfit says, just because my pant legs are bigger than your mama’s bedskirt. Don’t get upset, just because I am currently sporting no fewer than NINE competing but complimentary prints. There’s no reason to get your feathers ruffled.
I am a Matilda Jane girl. It costs $120 to look this fancy.
These children are merrily prancing their way across classrooms in every rural county I’m familiar with. Macon, Trousdale, Smith… and I have no doubt they are in Nashville as well, although I haven’t seen them there yet.
Why, you ask, do the Matilda Jane girls prance? Because they have to. They have no choice. When you are sporting a pair of Matilda wide leg striped pink and cream pants with three sets of tiered ruffles, and a Matilda empire waist floral and polka-dot dress with a three-quarter sleeve and another five sets of tiered ruffles, topped off by a lace headband with a single large bloom… you will never experience a non-prancing moment.
You cannot walk in pants like that without prancing, because they do all the prancing for you. The movement in these outfits is simply astounding. Swish, swish, swish—every step is a special little Matilda Jane dance. Even if the child inside that dress is scowling and sullen, the dress seems to override her, casting a bright ray of sunshine into the mix that seems to say “Hey! I’m a happy kid! I’m a happy kid who just so happens to be frowning at the moment.”
And as for the pleasant children in these outfits—there is nothing so overwhelmingly cheerful as a cheerful child in Matilda Jane. The cheer could just about knock you over.
Now. Imagine seeing a cheerful adult dressed this way. Yes, I know! It seems that the happiness would be too much to handle. But I declare to you—I’ve seen it! Fully grown adult women, swishing around with big smiles and four inch ruffles on their pantaloons! The effect just makes you want to run outside, do a cartwheel, and buy an ice-cream cone.
I have to admit, I’m strongly tempted to have a child just so I can dress her up in this clothing. But as this option seems to be a rather expensive and troublesome route into the world of Matilda Jane, I might settle for buying myself a pair of those pantaloons.