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:
It was far too expensive for what it is but far too adorable not to buy. I fell in love with it and had to make it mine hers, even though she won't be able to wear it until the summer of 2010, which is like, yeah, long far away. There were ten plus other gorgeous dresses/jumpers that I fell totally in love with, all stuff I would totally wear myself had it been in my size. Dresses that would look adorable over leggings, with pockets to die, and jumpers made with vintage fabric from my OWN childhood. And OY VEY the pricetags. We're talking dresses for two-hundred bucks n shit. I need to start shopping in a new neighborhood me thinks.
I put everything back except for the green duck dress which I paid for with my eyes closed and then promptly came home to hang it on the wall. And then I called Hal and asked him to pick up a few lottery tickets on his way home, because, um, yeah.
If anyone else has any get-rich-quick ideas, please let me know. I have a feeling this daughter business is going to break my bank, because, people? I have no fucking restraint when it comes to clothes. Green duck dresses might just be the end of me.
Oh, Lord, give me less expensive taste strength.
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