Photos courtesy of Jen Smith
In my Ralph Lauren-meets-eco-mom dream world, my daughter would go to school every day in pristine hi-tops, a popped collar layered under a hand-knit wool sweater, and a pair of thickly cuffed jeans with her hair appropriately messy. In the real world, however, my daughter would last about an hour in that outfit before wiggling her little body right out of it and leaving it in an inglorious heap on the floor. She’s a girl who likes to move and stretch, and get paint e’rywhere. She comes home from school on an almost daily basis with food or glue, or mud ground into something.