A shopping catalog for the obsessive-compulsive new mom... and dad
Cute photo courtesy of Stripey Stork
One quiet Sunday afternoon six months ago, I woke up realizing that the green light was staring at me right in the eye. I’m not big on shopping but being a new mommy again (after nine long years) sent me racing to many different places hunting for anything from those tiny shoes to bath tubs. When I started buying things for my daughter, I realized that the checklist was a bottomless bucket. I especially got stuck among those delightful tiny things called booties and ended up buying more pairs than my tiny one would ever need. When you’re a first time mother of a baby girl, the 50 other things on the list would just have to wait while you relish the cutest footwear this planet could offer, even imagining the smell of baby feet in them. So the list did wait, and that actually meant that if my sister did not push my panic button, Attika would have left the hospital wearing the foxiest booties -– and just that, the foxiest booties and nothing else.
