Go ahead and laugh
I was at the fabric store before Halloween and since I didn’t have any children with me (not sure how that happened!) I decided to look at all the flannels to find something to make a receiving blanket for this child. I found three or four that were so cute! Then I realized they were all either blue or had trains on them or something that would be just perfect for little boys! That’s when I realized I had a problem!
I do not know how to shop for little girls! This is a whole new world for me!
It’s getting better though. Except for last week when DH was with me at the fabric store and told me I was doing it again. Doing what? Looking at the boy patterns. Well, maybe that’s because all the girl patterns were ugly.
Granted, there weren’t a lot of girly fabrics to choose from that day.
I’m finding I have definite likes when it comes to girl clothes. Pale pink? Yes. Yellow? Yes. Red? Yes. Blue? That’s a given, I love blue! Except little girl clothes tend not to come in blue. Pink is everywhere though.
It reminds me of one of my favorite lines from the movie Steel Magnolias. Julia Roberts is telling someone about her wedding colors. “My colors are blush and bashful.” Sally Field, who plays her mother, interjects, “Her colors are pink and pink . . . The sanctuary looks like it’s been hosed down with Pepto-Bismol.”
That bright Barbie/Pepto-Bismol pink? Probably my least favorite shade of all! But then I can choose not to wear it myself.
Oh– DH would like to thank everyone that came to my baby shower last weekend for not gifting us with headbands with flowers the size of satellite dishes. He’s not a fan. I’m not particularly either.
But pink is definitely growing on me. I’ve actually ignored the boy clothes the last few times I’ve wandered through the baby aisles. Today I tried the fabric store again, a different JoAnn from my normal one and it was humongous! It probably had three times as much fabric. I actually found quite a few fabrics I really liked and then spent forever trying to decide between them. Maybe a smaller selection is a good thing.
I’ve been in definite nesting mode this week. I don’t know if it was just natural 37-weeks-pregnant nesting instincts, or if it means something will happen soon. On Wednesday I was feeling really anxious because I didn’t have my baby bed at my house let alone a place for it or the parts to turn it into a bassinet, hadn’t unpacked any baby clothes I already own to find the tiny sizes and the gender neutral ones, hadn’t made a receiving blanket, hadn’t packed a hospital bag. And I’m sure there were a few other things nagging at me like the fact I hadn’t made a menu plan or really had a good stocking-up grocery shopping trip in ages.
So Wednesday afternoon I brought what baby boxes I could find home from our storage unit plus the baby bathtub. Thursday I brought the baby Pack-n-Play home from Grandma’s house. Friday DH decided he’d better help me by rearranging furniture and clearing a place for baby to sleep in our bedroom which involved removing a hallway door so he and the boys could move his recliner (bought for his recovery from shoulder surgery) out to the living room before the corner where the Christmas tree stood was overtaken by toys and other miscellany again.
I also made a menu plan for the next couple weeks and stocked up on groceries. While DH was at work last night, I dug through the three bins of clothing I’d brought from storage only to realize I must still be missing some because most of my tiniest clothing was not there (and all of my kids have definitely needed the newborn size clothes for a good month.) Neither were any of my flannel receiving blankets I like to use for swaddling or my breast pump. I did fortuitously find the bassinet parts and got started packing a bag. Today I sewed one blanket from fabric I actually already had which I decided I liked better than anything else I found this week.
I did buy fabric for one more flannel blanket if I get to it next week. My desire to sew has been growing lately (probably due to not wanting my daughter to look like a hooker when she’s five based on some of the styles I see in the stores.)
Like I said, it’s a whole new world!