Showing posts with label Pink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pink. Show all posts
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Confessions of a Closet Preppie: Part I
I wasn't born in Nantucket, Palm Beach or any part of Connecticut. In fact I didn't even know about Lilly Pulitzer until my freshman year of college when I started working at the Pea in the Pod in Cameron Village. However, the first time I saw her cheeky patterns and brightly colored dresses, I was in love!
While my first Lilly purchases were made at boutiques, I have since learned the value of patience and frugality! New dresses by Lilly are quite pricey thus when I decided I wanted a special Lilly piece from each of my babies this year for Mother's Day, I also knew I didn't want to spend hundreds. Thank goodness for Ebay! This pattern is from Evie, especially appropriate not only because of the monkey, but because the monkey is holding "Toms."
I can't help it, maybe it is tacky but even before Beatrice, I loved hot pink and orange together. Throw in a straw bag for summer time, bare feet, and some green grass and I am in heaven.
This is the pattern from Miss Beatrice, since we call her our "little Bee" I thought flowers were appropriate. Can you see the " Lilly" signature hidden in the print? It is one way to recognize the difference between genuine Lilly and the fakes.
These bright flowers are on the second Lilly I bought. I still love it, but the hemline is a little short for chasing Evie!
Yep, hot pink and bright kelly green. Two of my guilty pleasures.
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Lilly Pulitzer,
Pink
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Coming up Roses
There have been quite a few differences so far between my pregnancies with Everett and Beatrice. E was busy, busy, busy and I felt him move constantly. He sat right out front and I only got that pregnant face in the last weeks from about mid-July to when he was born in early September. I wanted to wear earth tones, eat watermelon, and make jewelry. I felt great, until of course the very end when I just felt HUGE and ready. I was to put it delicately, very romantic, and had lots of energy.
My baby girl is quiet. She assures me of her presence, but not in the constant manner of her still busy brother. When I do feel her move, she is quite delicate and while I know she is tiny, it feels more like a kitten than a boisterous puppy. I feel enormous and have felt huge for weeks. I am carrying her much differently and nothing seems to quite fit. And to make things more interesting, my face, neck and arms look pregnant. You know, full or broad--not quite like me? Food is iffy--still. Something will sound appetizing and minutes later it is completely unappealing. Every morning I wake up with the distinct and sudden urge to throw up, if I stay in one position it passes eventually. I am tired and sore and have contractions all the time. Never in my life except perhaps as a very young girl have I liked the color pink, yet, now I am attracted to it not only for baby clothes but for me as well. I have thrifted two pale pink sweaters, a hot pink sweater, and a rose pink dress in the last month! I worry about this little girl, but at the same time have a peace that is overwhelming and lovely.
Hmmm. It is funny to compare these experiences. I suppose it is God's gentle reminder that this little one is a unique and special gift. It also helps me to cherish my energetic, bouncy, boy because it showcases how one-of-a-kind he is too. I feel so very blessed. And I am so thankful for the opportunity I have, I certainly haven't done anything to deserve it.
My baby girl is quiet. She assures me of her presence, but not in the constant manner of her still busy brother. When I do feel her move, she is quite delicate and while I know she is tiny, it feels more like a kitten than a boisterous puppy. I feel enormous and have felt huge for weeks. I am carrying her much differently and nothing seems to quite fit. And to make things more interesting, my face, neck and arms look pregnant. You know, full or broad--not quite like me? Food is iffy--still. Something will sound appetizing and minutes later it is completely unappealing. Every morning I wake up with the distinct and sudden urge to throw up, if I stay in one position it passes eventually. I am tired and sore and have contractions all the time. Never in my life except perhaps as a very young girl have I liked the color pink, yet, now I am attracted to it not only for baby clothes but for me as well. I have thrifted two pale pink sweaters, a hot pink sweater, and a rose pink dress in the last month! I worry about this little girl, but at the same time have a peace that is overwhelming and lovely.
Hmmm. It is funny to compare these experiences. I suppose it is God's gentle reminder that this little one is a unique and special gift. It also helps me to cherish my energetic, bouncy, boy because it showcases how one-of-a-kind he is too. I feel so very blessed. And I am so thankful for the opportunity I have, I certainly haven't done anything to deserve it.
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