Pink and Pink
I am washing a pile of pink things...sort of looks like a big pile of fluffy, pink frosting. There really is a dichotomy of colors available for babies, at least at the start: pink and blue (with a little yellow and green thrown in). So, I couldn't help myself, I bought pink...mostly because it matches some things that I already have for the baby's room.
I bought some preemie onesies: 5-8 pounds just in case, and I have to tell you, they are so very tiny and sweet -SO tiny. I remember onesies being big on Christian when he was 8 pounds, so while I can't imagine it, I know that there is a good possibility that the baby will swim in these onesies. I forgot about the littleness.
I bought some receiving blankets and a pink fluffy blanket. I have time before any of these things have to be ready, but I also have a lot of time on my hands, so it's kind of therapeutic to wash and fold these fluffy little piles of cuteness.
I have been scouring the Etsy site for a few special things. For one thing, they are often cheaper than what's in the store, and I just find them inspiring and happy. I like that I'm supporting folks who make handmade things, and again, they are often cheaper. We weren't really able to buy a lot of "special" things for Christian (of course, as we all know they aren't really necessary), because we lived in a one bedroom apartment (again, babies don't take up much space), Dave had just started a new job after being laid off from a start-up...It's kind of fun to know that while we are still being fiscally conservative now in general, I can occassionally splurge and buy s yummy hand made blanket from Etsy.
Here is the blanket that I bought. Isn't it lovely? The sad thing, is that I could make the blanket myself, I just don't have the opportunity to go to the fabric store and browse (which I love to do). I am getting lots of ideas for things that I can make later, however. In the meantime, it feels nothing short of decadent to buy something that I know I can make. The repeating cadence of my childhood was, "You, know I could make that..." And she could. My mom could make anything, and make it look just like the thing she was trying to replicate -a neat thing when she was making a formal for me, not as neat when it was something I wanted store bought, not made. The funny thing is that I actually hear that voice in my head now saying the same thing -only it's my voice not hers. I do promise not to torment my daughter with that. I'll only make her things when it improves her life in some way -like a custom made formal. If that's important. Thanks, mom!
I bought some preemie onesies: 5-8 pounds just in case, and I have to tell you, they are so very tiny and sweet -SO tiny. I remember onesies being big on Christian when he was 8 pounds, so while I can't imagine it, I know that there is a good possibility that the baby will swim in these onesies. I forgot about the littleness.
I bought some receiving blankets and a pink fluffy blanket. I have time before any of these things have to be ready, but I also have a lot of time on my hands, so it's kind of therapeutic to wash and fold these fluffy little piles of cuteness.
I have been scouring the Etsy site for a few special things. For one thing, they are often cheaper than what's in the store, and I just find them inspiring and happy. I like that I'm supporting folks who make handmade things, and again, they are often cheaper. We weren't really able to buy a lot of "special" things for Christian (of course, as we all know they aren't really necessary), because we lived in a one bedroom apartment (again, babies don't take up much space), Dave had just started a new job after being laid off from a start-up...It's kind of fun to know that while we are still being fiscally conservative now in general, I can occassionally splurge and buy s yummy hand made blanket from Etsy.
Here is the blanket that I bought. Isn't it lovely? The sad thing, is that I could make the blanket myself, I just don't have the opportunity to go to the fabric store and browse (which I love to do). I am getting lots of ideas for things that I can make later, however. In the meantime, it feels nothing short of decadent to buy something that I know I can make. The repeating cadence of my childhood was, "You, know I could make that..." And she could. My mom could make anything, and make it look just like the thing she was trying to replicate -a neat thing when she was making a formal for me, not as neat when it was something I wanted store bought, not made. The funny thing is that I actually hear that voice in my head now saying the same thing -only it's my voice not hers. I do promise not to torment my daughter with that. I'll only make her things when it improves her life in some way -like a custom made formal. If that's important. Thanks, mom!