Garderobe

As ward is the the twin of guard, and warranty the same as guarantee, today I feature wardrobe and garderobe.

Sylvan needed bigger clothes. Last Friday, Jen took me shopping at a consignment sale that LMNO Pea puts on in February. Bjorn and I went last year and selected a variety of goods; ... car seat ... toylet ... diapering paraphernalia ... a few baby clothes (up to size 12 mo). I didn't know then that my baby would be Sylvan! Shopping for HIM this year was so different!

A few things I know about Sylvan that influenced the shopping: 1. he is bigger than the average; 2. he has a favored color: ORANGE!?; 3. he does not like having things put on over his head. 

   In accordance, I bought 1. big; 2. some orange shirts (I think I wouldn't've have selected any orange without knowing Sylvan favors it); and 3. many button-y shirts (all plaid. I like plaid).

It was nice to have Jen helping me. I don't enjoy shopping. It stresses my senses and sensibilities. There were so many other parents at this event, and lots of tots (mine was at home with his papa); it was crowded and cryful. Some women get let-down when they hear babies cry, and my breasts were stressed. It was chemically polluted, too: all the clothes were washed in a strongly fragrant detergent. There was a "Scentsy" vendor on the sidelines, to boot. I would feel sick when I got home.

   First I found the right rows of clothes. Then I whipped out my rusty shopping calculus and snagged items that satisfied it; the cutest, the cheapest, the most versatile in terms of color (mix'n'match), the most versatile in terms of activity and weather, the easiest to care for (wash'n'wear). After much but not protracted calculus, Jen and I lugged the lot ‒ the loot ‒ to a corner and sorted it. Then I culled; picking the items I liked best in each garment category (pants, short pants, knit tops, &c), keeping the calculus in mind. She returned the remainders to the racks.

Good job me, right? Of course right.

I made a frivolous-ish selection: a dress-up set with an argyle sweater atop blue seersucker trousers! Seersucker reminds me of my dad. I picked out this dapper ensemble for connection to his Grandpa.

   Anyway, excepting shoes, socks, and hats, I garnered in one morning a year-round wardrobe for my little one for $107 (thank you Bjorn and Gramma). He may have the nicest wardrobe of anyone in the house!