Lately I find myself defaulting to a boring cold-weather Momiform of spitup and breast-milk-splattered dark jeans paired with a knit top, cardigan and snow boots. Which I replace when I can with the occasional fluted-skirt-and-knee-high-boots look. I've had to stop wearing my beloved collection of cheap bright beaded necklaces, because Baby Z invariably yanks on and breaks them... and the little beads go everywhere which is very scary and dangerous.
Thankfully for my polka-dot reputation, Z continues to rock enough dots for the both of us. She's pictured above at the Children's Museum of Manhattan in a RTW outfit purchased by my mom, with hand-knit felted booties from my aunt.
I'm hoping to step up my style for spring. I'm going to get a proper haircut and blowdry tomorrow (my first in over four months). And I just discovered I can fit back into my Stop Staring dress (part of the exciting vinage reproduction trend recently "discovered" by the New York Times). Here it is on Valentine's Day 2007:
It's no good for nursing (it zips up the back), but it's all good for the occasional date night.
We will NOT discuss all the sewing and knitting I haven't been doing lately. My latest excuse? I've been busy chasing after a 7-month-old who is determined to walk. (Or at the very least, stand unsupported squealing in delight for minutes on end until she suddenly falls over and I have to catch her.)
Plus I now have to close up my sewing table when not in use to keep her from grabbing all that pointy and chokeable stuff.
Also, she now says "Ma-Ma", like, all the time. I MELT. (Even though she had already been saying Da-Da for months). How could I craft in the face of such cuteness?
Bonus photo: Polka Dot Fire Chief!