How can, one day you go to Wicked, and have one of the best days of your life. And the next you’re cleaning out gutters and sorting through baby clothes? It seems like I live parallel existences. More about Wicked later, but I thought I would give a tribute to sorting through baby clothes.
Wah. I will miss those baby boy clothes. Honestly, infant boy clothes are a favorite of mine. They try and make them so gentleman-ly, and yet soft. Kind of how I wish they’d stay forever. Of course, I’m keeping all of my sleepers, regardless of the color. I figure the kid can sleep in anything… and I’ll save my $$ for cute pink things she’ll wear in public.
Torn as of what to keep. I figure things without trucks and dinosaurs are fairly safe, and can be salvaged by a bow, perhaps some frilly socks. It goes against my very nature to throw something out that’s perfectly fine and usable, but I did toss a few things. Of course, they’re not tossed — they’re in a box that says “boy clothes”.
You know, just in case. 😉
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