My Little Clothes Horse
this weekend i spent an obscene amount of time in our basement. i decided it was time – i had to go through EBN’s baby clothes. the girl has been blessed from day one with an overflowing closet. equal parts very generous family and friends – and a mama who just loves playing dress up (side note: today i ordered THIS – best $ i’ve spent in a while! it’s one time i wouldn’t mind my kid wearing the same thing as every other kiddo in the neighborhood). she’s been growing at space-mountain-warp-speed since debuting at 6 lbs, 7 oz (that lasted about a half a second) and so we go through clothes – quickly. as we plan to, one day, do this baby thing again, i don’t really want to get rid of stuff and at the same time, the clothes are taking over our world. it was time to sort and pack it all away, until the next time. finally, a use for our storage shed out back.
i’ve never been a girl to crave baby (i’m pretty sure ABN would strongly dispute this last statement), but going through EBN’s most special (and teeny tiny) duds, made my uterus ache in a way i wasn’t expecting.
when i was about 7 months pregnant i was eating dinner at THE DAILY GRILL in LA when a little old lady approached and asked me if i was having a boy or a girl. when i told her that we didn’t know and that we weren’t going to find out, she reached into her purse and pulled out two hand-knit baby hats, 1 pink, 1 blue. she shared that she always keeps a couple in her bag, incase she runs into someone who is expecting. and since i didn’t know what i would be having, i should take one of each. it was such a sweet gesture – don’t worry, i washed them twice. it seems fitting that in going through EBN’s things, i never did find the blue one – we suffer from pink-ness overload.
EBN’s first fanshirt! she might not have been able to attend the show – oh, and what a show it was! – but that doesn’t mean she can’t dress the part.
is there anything better in this world than polka-dot, velour, footed pants? i would argue no.
the dress EBN wore to her baby-naming (looking at it now, it sorta looks like a christening dress. but it’s not. it’s from the gap. and cotton). i love this dress. it’s horribly yellowed which is so weird because she wore it exactly once, and it has be ironed just so. but it’s perfect. and it sorta smells like THE REAL NANI. i hugged it tightly before i gently placed into the keep forever and ever and even a little longer bin.
oh, and just incase you thought i was kidding about all the pink:
this is the sum total of gender neutral clothing that we have, if i were to ever grow anything other than a girl. so for now we’re saving ALMOST everything and if something with boy parts were to ever arrive, it will all be taken immediately to the consignment store – like while i’m still in the hospital.
until then, i’m happy to act as a lending library. shoot me a line if you in need of some pink!