Dear Past Tom: The Truth About Vintage Style Infant Dresses
Dear Tom of six months ago. It's 3 AM, and you're currently staring at your phone in the dark, bidding forty quid on a pair of authentic 1950s smocked baby gowns on eBay. Stop it immediately. Put the phone down,...
The Hard Truth About Buying Authentic Vintage Newborn Dresses
I'm currently staring at a yellowed, lace-covered, pintucked monstrosity hanging on the back of my laundry room door. It's my great-aunt's baptism gown from 1942, and my mother just drove it three hours across Texas in a garment bag like...
The Truth About Retro Vintage T Shirts for Babies and Toddlers
My husband Dave was holding up a faded, paper-thin 1992 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt by two fingers, extending his arm as far away from his body as physically possible, like he was handling a radioactive diaper. We were standing...
What I Got Entirely Wrong About Dressing A Human In Baby Pants
There I was at three in the morning, holding a tiny pair of denim jeans with a functional metal zipper, trying to thread the flailing legs of a screaming three-week-old into them. It was my first month of motherhood. I...
The Ugly Truth About My Switch to Bio Baumwoll Leggings
I was standing in my laundry room at eleven o'clock on a Tuesday night, aggressively peeling a pair of toddler pants out of the dryer lint trap, when it actually hit me. The pants were crackling. Literally throwing off visible...
From Cheap Laughs to Safe Skin: The Truth About Funny Bodysuits
It was May 2017, and I was sitting in a sweltering community hall in what I honestly thought was a breezy maternity maxi dress but was actually just a floral greenhouse for my incredibly swollen thighs. I was eight months...
The Great Dance Recital Rash and Why I Burned That Nylon Bodysuit
We were wedged in the stall of the tiny, non-air-conditioned bathroom at Miss Patty's School of Dance, and my four-year-old was screaming like I was actively peeling off her actual skin. Lily had just finished the dress rehearsal for her...
A First-Time Dad's Guide to Surviving the Infant Knit Sweater
Dear Marcus of six months ago. You're currently standing in the nursery, sweating straight through your gray t-shirt, staring at a rigid, cable-knit wool tube. Your son, who was perfectly happy three minutes ago, is now purple and screaming. His...
The 3 AM Blowout That Made Me Respect the Newborn White Onesie
It was 3:14 AM. November. I know this because my phone flashlight was blinding me and the digital clock on the microwave was blinking in the background while I stood in the kitchen wearing a fleece Target robe from like,...