Once upon a time - okay, 2011 - Anthropologie decided to test the children's market by introducing a children's collection. I can't remember how many vendors they carried and I can't remember how long they ran this experiment but the outcome was everything you can expect: magic, whimsy, exceptional attention to detail and great quality. Sadly, the children's line vanished as quickly as it appeared (kind of like the More of Me Maternity line which took us by storm in 2012 but then fell into a black hole) but somewhere out there, like all things beautiful and vintage - the clothing remains.
Enter 2013 when I found out I was pregnant with a girl and I remembered that children's collection with an inexplicable fury. Perhaps it was the absence of the Y chromosome or perhaps I was so (so, so) sick that I just needed a good distraction, but when I recalled that 'Anthropologie for Kids', I was on a mission for a unicorn. Or a leprechaun. Or both.
Somewhere along that mission, I found a pot of gold on eBay. That's seemingly innocent but not too long after is when the insanity ensued. First of all, I found said auction on a Wednesday night and I was scheduled to have dinner with a girlfriend on Thursday. The auction was set to end some time after 8 and dinner was around 6, so I wasn't terribly worried, but cue the first sign of "crazy" - I set an alarm. Just in case.
Well guess what? It's a good thing I set that alarm because while we were still eating and gabbing (okay, okay - I was eating - GEESH - I was pregnant) - my bag began buzzing! Cue my second outburst of delirium, I began flailing my arms to grab the attention of our waitress and like Cinderella, gathered all my belongings in a panic and declared to my friend, "I have to go!! I have an eBay auction I have to attend!" That's what friends are for because she understood. (Well, she might not have understood, but she knew me so she totally got it.)
I got home safe and sound and promptly planted myself in front of the computer. My sweet husband came in to innocently ask, "How was dinner?" Enter just one more sign of crazy - I replied, "SSSHHHH! DON'T TALK TO ME. IM VERY BUSY!" He rolled his eyes and left the room.
I can't remember how much I spent on that "mouse sweater" (or how much I told myself it was okay to spend or how much I told my husband I actually spent) but I remember one thing very clearly: I won that auction and IT WAS MINE. Who cares if the sweater was a size 2T and it would need to sit around in a closet for over a year? I would hoard it like all the other beautiful things I began accumulating as soon as I found out I was pregnant. My closet over-floweth (but is that really a bad thing?).
That beautiful mouse sweater began fitting my daughter in 2015. I kept pulling it out every few weeks after she hit 15 months until finally it wasn't so big that she looked silly and with a huge smile she declared, "MOUSE!" while pointing at her pocket. I agreed. I went through quite the ordeal to get that sweater but never dreamt she would appreciate that little mouse detail as much as me; It made it worth everything.
Perhaps that's why I'm so crazy about clothes; I don't see clothes and think 'fashion.' I see clothes as the backdrop for my stage called life. When I see this sweater, I don't see a sweater. I see and relive all my memories: the burning excitement I had of planning for a new baby ... the dinner I had with a great friend. I remember the patience of my husband through my (really bad) pregnancy and the love I have for him for being him while allowing me to be me. And I remember - yes - maybe I went a little crazy? But that's ok - because - well, I mean, MOUSE!
PS - Feel free to share in the comments any memories of your "crazy" - it's totally okay. We don't judge .. particularly because we've been there before and we totally get it.
My name is Elena aka The Breastfeeding Stylist and the creator of Mama's MilkBox.
We have one mission here at Mama's MilkBox: help Moms find their "old" fabulous selves in their new normal.