baby fancies

You know what?
I wish I were a baby.
Because there are all kinds of things that you can buy for a baby, but make no sense for a grown woman. Like embroidered onsies. Or headbands with big giant bows on them that are the same size as a baby head. Or totally themey bedrooms that are a Waste of Time as an adult, but somehow perfect for a baby who will turn four and demand a better theme.Or matching tie and diaper covers.I would totally wear just a tie and underwear that matched if that made any sense.

How about things with your name on them? There are, like, one zillion things to put your name on. If you're a baby, you can have anything with your name on it. Sheets, scarves, bags, toys, doors, your chair, personalized tissues for your precious and mucus filled nose...except for a brief period in the early 2000's, adults can't put their name or initials on things.Except forms. Forms are boring and Not At All Adorable.

But I like my name
Stephanie
STEPHANIE
Steh-fuh-nee.

I'll probably get a stencil and a can of spray paint so I can put my name on things (like cement walls or garage doors or playground equipment...?) Or maybe I'll just create a symbol for my name so that I can put it on things and tell people it's a designer brand.

Yes.
This plan has potential.
The Blogger Formally Known as iamStephanie

BULLETIN: I'm now taking suggestions for a symbol that represents my name so I can put it on all my clothes and tell people I'm elite. ("You've never heard of this brand? Well, that's alright, it'll make it to your part of town eventually...")

I will be so identifiable by my name-symbol, people will assume I'm a baby. There really won't be any other explanation.

Stolen Picture. Baby Fashion.