Clothes. I love clothes. I always have and always will and spend far
too much money I don't have on clothes. Clothes, clothes and mas
clothes. I've obviously cut down on shopping-spree madness since
becoming a mother -- only because frankly, I'd rather spend my clothes
allowance on Archer's tees and pants outfits for whatever reason. The
kid has style with or without the clothes on his back but it's sort of
become a hobby of mine: picking out his clothes, planning for outfits
daily. I do the same for myself and always have. In fact, when Hal and
I first started dating he walked into my bedroom and gasped at my dozen
or so outfits hanging around the room complete with shoes.
"Hi. Uh... You're weird."
"HI. Uh. Please still like me?"
For
years I'd been planning out my outfits a week in advance, then hanging
them variously around my room with post-its, which, yes, I realize is
kind of embarrassing and odd. I think was especially weird for dudes
who slept beside me in the darkness only to wake up booby-trapped with
sundresses and scarves come morning.
I
have done the same for Archer pretty much since he was born-- planning
and folding the week's outfits neatly on his dresser. Because like Hal
said/says, I'm weird. And also, and more simply, I'm easily amused by
such things.
Yesterday, after finding out we were
indeed pregnant with a little girl (yay!), I went straight to my local
boutique to buy my unborn daughter a present.
This is what I bought her:
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