Onesie, Twosie, Buckle My Shoesie
Isn't it just like me to make a declaration of intention and then not follow through? Yes. What I mean is that I'd decided this was to be the week I share with you my homey crafty projects, but I seem to have made the decision a little prematurely, i.e., before actually completing any of said projects. To put this in context, last night we went grocery shopping directly from work, and we didn't get home until 9 p.m., which, between our requisite dinner and a movie, left little time for housework. (We may also have detoured for a quick egg toss. So there's that.) Maybe I could post about the contents of our refrigerator and pantry and the organization thereof. Our pantry, it's the weirdest I've ever seen; the top half is open to the kitchen and the lower half is bounded by a barn door with a hook-and-eye latch (very rustic; high splinter danger) and looks like it belongs in a Willa Cather novel. Whereas the front rooms of our house have remained true to their 1912 construction, the kitchen is straight out of 2002, all except this pantry, with the twee barn door and the latch and the expectation that at any moment a fleecy white lamb will burst through the gate and prance across the tile headlong into the dishwasher.
Alas, I don't have any pictures of the panty door on me right now, so you'll have to settle for this:
Remember when I (wo)manned the onesie-painting table at a baby shower last fall? Simon blew us all away with his freehand Rolling Stones design, and although he said he'd had years of practice drawing The Mouth on homework binders throughout junior high, I was sure there were equal parts luck and skill at work because it was just too dang perfect to be all talent.
Cue the birth of his niece eleven days ago and I saw it all happen again, only this time it wasn't just Rolling Stones but also Jane's Addiction and AC/DC and Dead Kennedys and Smashing Pumpkins. (Baby's parents are of the rock-and-roll persuasion; when the OB nurses asked whether they'd prefer Enya or something lighter as the background for their impending Miracle of Birth, they whipped out Black Sabbath and showed them how it's done.)
Fronts:
Backs:
Although keeping the sex of the baby a secret is a good way for parents to (temporarily) ward against amassing unwanted frilly dresses and lace bonnets, Mel and Kilo nonetheless received many gifts of the ducky/lamby/bunny variety--not exactly what you'd call "tuff grrl" accoutrements. In contrast, we've sent them a stuffed rat, a stuffed shark, tattoos, and--my favorite--pretty pink PUNK ROCK thumbless mittens. (Apparently you can buy them in black, silk-screened all fancy-like, but with Simon as my witness, I came up with this idea all by myself in the stroller aisle of Target, so there.)
(Identity protected impending permission of the parents to post the half-pint.)
Finally, as a nod to the particular joy that comes only with dressing little girls, Simon created two cutesy sleepers. The fronts were classic, "Pretty in Pink."
The backs? Well...see for yourselves.
I say Uncle Simon's going to be a hit with this kid. What do you think?
Ugh. Bad photo resolution settings on the computer I was using.
You guys CRACK ME UP.
Ha. Nice.
Just wait til you have a baby girl and someone writes FUCK on their clothes. Mhmmm. Heh.
Have you seen how much these type of things sell for.... you guys could make a killing! My fave is the 'never mind the bollocks'. Something like this would be highly appropriate for my son. I think he was about 3 weeks old before I attempted to even look at his testicles - they scared me so much!
The "for those about to rock" onesie is awesome! I loves me a good (?) pun. And the BA/BY on the back? Ha!
I have been surprised that no one makes black onesies, but my neighbor across the street had her 18-month old girl in a long-sleeved black onesie recently.
Although she's not a rocker grrl, she's more the Audrey Hepburn persuasion. But if you could find a black onesie your logos would look awesome in white!
Is Simon embarking on a new Hair Adventure? Growing it out, are we?
(Heh, Jonniker, I was thinking the same thing)
Y'all could seriously make tons of money on those suckers. Get them printed and throw them up on etsy. I searched high and low for cool onesies for my cousin and finally found one pink CBGB onesie on the Cape. The internet makes finsing rad baby stuff a lot easier.
Just watch the whole copyright thing.
oh, i love the mittens.
boo- twee. hooray- rocking!
So crafty and creative!!
And yeah, wait until you have a girl and the F-word gets on her clothes... hee hee, different story?
i got black onesies for my son at the american apparel website. although, when he wasn't wearing pants, it just looked like he was wearing a leotard. not really the look i was going for.
What can I say, some people are as offended by duckies and lambies as other are by swear words. :)
Yeah...the hair...He wants to buzz it off, but I like a little length. So we're compromising with something we both dislike. Notice also that he's in his bathrobe!
Dude, can I order one in my size?
And is it creepy to want one for my as of yet unborn child?
I second the "you could make a killing." Granted, you would probably get sued, but we could do it black market style. Like they do with organs.
The mittens RAWK.
Must. Buy. Onsies. And. Paint.
Even with her eyes censored, I can tell she's a beautiful baby! Congrats to the new uncle and auntie.
Oh. My. God. You two are awesome. They are absolutely fantastic! I love the BA/BY one :)
I'm wondering what you're keeping in your kitchen, considering it's referred to as a "panty" at least once. Believe me, I'm not one to correct a book editor. It's really annoying win peepul poynt ot yur spellig erors. So sorry.
My favorite baby bib slogan: "I think I'm going to puke."
I am desperately in love with those onesies. The "Fuck tha Police" one made me laugh out loud. Well done, you two!:)