I went to a baby show yesterday with some mommies-to-be from my baby class. Surrounded by women who actually look pregnant, I was smartly dressed in something comfortable, cotton, and clearly not tight enough to fully expose my bump. One of the vendors handed a bunch of organic soap samples to my buddy and completely ignored me. Others asked, "do you have a family yet?" and, "are you expecting?" ummmm. ok. It was nice that one of them recovered with, "You're carrying so well"-- let me tell ya sister, my back says otherwise.
So anyway, this wasn't my idea. I went along because I thought there was promise of finding a highly recommended car seat, stroller, maybe even a top-notch crib. But instead it was a smallish ballroom full of pastels and frilly things (even something called a paparazzi shade for the car seat). It was smaller than a running expo and rather than serving Odwalla juice and Go Naked! granola, they were giving out cupcakes and cookies. In a way I was glad it was small enough to navigate in under an hour, I'm not sure I could have handled anything larger.
Those of you who know me well know that I have never and probably will never ever carry a purse on a regular basis. I'd go to the opera with a timbuk2 if I could. So I was a little dismayed when I saw ladies cooing over a giant purse-- not a purse though, a diaper bag designed to look like a purse. How practical is that? I'm sorry, but I see no need for most of the things they were hawking!
I will be building my yurt soon and the baby will have a nice cardboard box to play in and around. Then I'll start my own Topanga baby event where everything is made of hemp and things like bedazzled rattles don't exist!
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