We are sitting on mountains of baby clothes. We’ve given away heaps but we kept twice as many, waiting to pass tiny onesies and gorgeous little dresses on to a new baby. Until now, there have been no little girls born to friends or family and we’ve long since passed on the stores of gender-neutral clothing. But those itty bitty ruffled tights? Waiting.
Now that we have a new niece, we have someplace to send those boxes. You can see the soft sticky center here, though, can’t you? I want to use those baby clothes. I want to dress my own daughter in those bow-bedecked dresses. I want, I want, I want.
Debra sorted through a few boxes to find a stack of things to send to my sister and, bless her heart, she warned me when she handed me the little clothes. You might cry, she mentioned. I didn’t, though. At least, not too much. And I only pulled out a few things to keep just in case.
It’s kind of nice to know that we’ll be done sitting on piles of clothing soon. At least, if we are, it’ll be for happy reasons. And, if not, I’ll being seeing pictures with my adorable niece in RR’s adorable clothes. Adorable I tell you.