WARNING: If you are someone who shakes their head in disdain at people who spend $200 on a pair of jeans, do not read this post. It will irritate you.
Several posts ago I talked about finding this amazing pair of jeans at Saks that I fell in love with, didn't buy, and then forgot the name of the brand. They were at our lovely Minneapolis Saks Off Fifth (the outlet version of Saks - the only Saks we are lucky enough to have here in Minnesota).
Now, let me preface by saying that I love this store. It's my happy place. Zac Posen dresses for under $500, Juicy sweatsuits for half of what you would see at Macy's and amazing Stuart Weitzman stilettos for less than $200.
This weekend I ventured back to Saks to get my jeans. The brand was Fragile. I left the store with my jeans (and a set of Juicy pj's and a Nanette Lepore top) and was a happy camper....that is, until this morning when I Googled "Fragile denim".
Sears - $14.50
JC Penney - $40.00
Kohls - $21.99
I think I urped a little in my mouth.
Everybody has their "things" that they are willing to drop cash on. For my husband, it's his hunting stuff (rolling eyes). For one of my friends, it's hair products. For another friend, it's cooking supplies. For me, it's shoes, bags and jeans. Not clothing in general, but shoes, bags and jeans. I adore the favorite long sleeve t's from Gap, but I'm going to wear my $12 t-shirt with a pair of Joe's and (in the summer) Betsey Johnson stilettos. Throw in a vintage LV clutch and I'm good to go just about anywhere.
I loooooove a great - no, AMAZING - pair of jeans. My favorites are Joe's. TR's, R&R's, Sevens, Paige, J Brand...I just love them. The first time I slid my body into a pair of Sevens it was over. I never went back to buying regular jeans again. Nothing else could compare anymore to designer denim. Yes, I am one of those people that will drop $200 on a pair of jeans. Guilty, and I don't care an iota.
So, I'm sure you can picture the look on my face when I found out my great new jeans I bought at Saks were sold at discount stores. It didn't sit well. I immediately went upstairs to check the tag, thinking I HAD to have spelled the name wrong or something. I didn't.
At this point I'm calling myself a snotty brat in my head. Who cares what brand they are, right? (Right?) They fit well, right? Of course, armed with this new information, my head is telling me they do not fit as well as I thought they did.
Now I'm sitting here wanting to return them. First, I feel bamboozled by Saks. Lesson learned - apparently the Saks outlet does not always carry "Saks" quality items. Second, I'm feeling a bit like a label whore, but I'm kind of okay with that. But third, and most importantly, am I losing my radar for nice things? Why would a pair of cheap jeans even appeal to me? I need a minute.
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I went back upstairs and tried them on again. These jeans are great. I have not lost my radar. I did a closer inspection of the top button closure and the back pocket in the pictures of the cheaper "Fragile" jeans I found online - neither of these things are the same as on the "Fragile" jeans I bought. Normally these are tell-tale brand identifiers.
Knowing what I know about fashion and retail I'm going to assume one of five things in this situation:
1. This brand first started selling at a high price-point to Saks, but then decided to make a cheaper product to sell to the masses and Saks stopped carrying them. Hence, they are now at the Saks outlet.
2. Vice-versa the above situation. They started out at mass-marketers and then went high-end. Happens often (ie Coach - for those of us that actually remember when Coach bags cost less than $100. I will spare you all my "I hate Coach" rant).
3. These are possibly two different brands with the same name.
4. There was a knock-off brand created before the higher-end "Fragile" denim had a chance to get off the ground. Also happens all the time.
5. A Saks buyer made a boo-boo and is possibly now unemployed.
All of this thought over a pair of jeans. Bet you all don't want to live in MY head.
I'm keeping them, by the way.
A designer Mama. An organic toddler. An Aspie tween.
1.31.2011
1.29.2011
Books are not for eating.
Much to my chagrin I had to put away Jaxie's books.
This goes against pretty much everything I believe in, as I had Logan reading at the age of three.
But...he eats them. Like, literally eats them. I'm constantly digging chunks of paper and board out of his mouth. Toddlers are quick - even though I'm with him every moment of the day, he still manages to eat books. Everything goes in his mouth. He's not picky. Yesterday he was about two inches away from licking the butt-end of a plunger. Ew.
I'm very excited about b&b going into Simply Panache in Hastings. It's a super cute little boutique that is restructuring to carry mostly handmade pieces. This will be store number two for us in the Twin Cities, and I have several other wholesale possibilities in the works. It's fun to see our little business expand - and it's fun for me to be learning along the way. It keeps life interesting. We'll also be doing a photo shoot for the Woodbury Magazine article within the next few weeks and will be featuring the adorable Ayva and my favorite little Elliot:
We had a liiiiiiittle bit of a hard time shooting Ayva the first time around...but I'm hoping this time will go a little smoother with Mom around (Dad chaperoned the first shoot). Elliot is always a blast - he has an amazing personality that shines through in every shot we take.
This goes against pretty much everything I believe in, as I had Logan reading at the age of three.
But...he eats them. Like, literally eats them. I'm constantly digging chunks of paper and board out of his mouth. Toddlers are quick - even though I'm with him every moment of the day, he still manages to eat books. Everything goes in his mouth. He's not picky. Yesterday he was about two inches away from licking the butt-end of a plunger. Ew.
I'm very excited about b&b going into Simply Panache in Hastings. It's a super cute little boutique that is restructuring to carry mostly handmade pieces. This will be store number two for us in the Twin Cities, and I have several other wholesale possibilities in the works. It's fun to see our little business expand - and it's fun for me to be learning along the way. It keeps life interesting. We'll also be doing a photo shoot for the Woodbury Magazine article within the next few weeks and will be featuring the adorable Ayva and my favorite little Elliot:
We had a liiiiiiittle bit of a hard time shooting Ayva the first time around...but I'm hoping this time will go a little smoother with Mom around (Dad chaperoned the first shoot). Elliot is always a blast - he has an amazing personality that shines through in every shot we take.
1.25.2011
The Adderall Experience
Every time I take Logan to the doctor, they ask if he has any allergies to medication. Every time I answer Adderall.
Today he asked why.
"Mom, why am I allergic to Adderall?"
"Allergies can mean many things - it basically means you have a not normal reaction to something you put in or on your body."
"What happens if I take Adderall?"
That was a question I really didn't want to answer. I don't want to go back to that experience. It happened when he was four. The answer is "A complete psychotic break", but I didn't want to tell him that.
"It makes you not sleep."
"How long did I not sleep for?"
"Three days."
"Wow, I bet I was tired after that."
What really happened was this: Our pediatrician decided to switch him from Ritilan to Adderall. He didn't sleep for 48 hours. He had a complete meltdown and attacked me. I had scratches and bruises all over my body from a four-year-old beating the crap out of me. After a full day of being beaten, I knew it wasn't going to stop and that we had to go see a doctor. I knew it was related to the switch in his medication. I had to sit on him just to get him into his car seat. While we were driving, he continuously yanked my head back by my pony tail in the car. It took everything I had not to break down myself. I was on auto-pilot. When I got to the office, I was restraining him with both my arms and my legs and he was flailing with all of his might and screaming at the top of his lungs. The woman at the front desk told me to have a seat in the waiting room. Um, how about you put me in a room? Do you see what I'm dealing with? My eyes were glazed over and I was shaking. They brought us to a room.
He continued to flail, bite, scratch, kick and scream in the room as I restrained him. This had been going on for hours at this point and I was bleeding and bruised. When our pediatrician finally walked in the room, the tears came down. I had nothing left. She called an ambulance and he was transferred to Children's. They kept us until the medication wore off and he fell asleep.
Not many people can understand this. Not many people can understand the pain, endurance and patience needed with a child with ASD. Luckily we have moved beyond his aggressive behavior thanks to medication, therapy and some excellent teachers and psychologists. He hasn't had aggressive behavior in several years - but many families aren't so lucky. I thank God every time I recall this experience that we no longer have to deal with situations like this.
Today he asked why.
"Mom, why am I allergic to Adderall?"
"Allergies can mean many things - it basically means you have a not normal reaction to something you put in or on your body."
"What happens if I take Adderall?"
That was a question I really didn't want to answer. I don't want to go back to that experience. It happened when he was four. The answer is "A complete psychotic break", but I didn't want to tell him that.
"It makes you not sleep."
"How long did I not sleep for?"
"Three days."
"Wow, I bet I was tired after that."
What really happened was this: Our pediatrician decided to switch him from Ritilan to Adderall. He didn't sleep for 48 hours. He had a complete meltdown and attacked me. I had scratches and bruises all over my body from a four-year-old beating the crap out of me. After a full day of being beaten, I knew it wasn't going to stop and that we had to go see a doctor. I knew it was related to the switch in his medication. I had to sit on him just to get him into his car seat. While we were driving, he continuously yanked my head back by my pony tail in the car. It took everything I had not to break down myself. I was on auto-pilot. When I got to the office, I was restraining him with both my arms and my legs and he was flailing with all of his might and screaming at the top of his lungs. The woman at the front desk told me to have a seat in the waiting room. Um, how about you put me in a room? Do you see what I'm dealing with? My eyes were glazed over and I was shaking. They brought us to a room.
He continued to flail, bite, scratch, kick and scream in the room as I restrained him. This had been going on for hours at this point and I was bleeding and bruised. When our pediatrician finally walked in the room, the tears came down. I had nothing left. She called an ambulance and he was transferred to Children's. They kept us until the medication wore off and he fell asleep.
Not many people can understand this. Not many people can understand the pain, endurance and patience needed with a child with ASD. Luckily we have moved beyond his aggressive behavior thanks to medication, therapy and some excellent teachers and psychologists. He hasn't had aggressive behavior in several years - but many families aren't so lucky. I thank God every time I recall this experience that we no longer have to deal with situations like this.
1.22.2011
Hold that door, please.
Since when do men not open doors for women?
Is this because so many women have demanded independence, and men are confusing common courtesy with women asserting themselves?
I can't tell you HOW many times I've been literally steps behind a man walking into or out of a store and had a door slammed in my face. Are they so unaware of their surroundings that they don't know I am behind them, more often than not carrying a 20 pound child in my arms? Were they not taught by their Mothers (or scolded by their wives) that it is proper to hold the door open for a woman carrying a child? Do they just not have manners? Are they confused about etiquette? Or, do they just not care?
My 11-year-old knows better than this. He uses words like "please", "thank you", "sir" and "ma'am". He holds doors open for elderly people, women holding babies and younger children. My heart swells with pride every time I see him do this. I know I have taught him common courtesy.
The funny thing is that often when I do something nice for someone (ie pick something up that someone dropped and hand it back to them, hold a door open for someone else, move my cart so someone can pass around me in the grocery store), no one seems to say "thank you" anymore, either. It's like having manners has become a lost art. People seem to expect courtesy themselves, but often not offer it in return.
What happened to manners? Where have they gone?
Is this because so many women have demanded independence, and men are confusing common courtesy with women asserting themselves?
I can't tell you HOW many times I've been literally steps behind a man walking into or out of a store and had a door slammed in my face. Are they so unaware of their surroundings that they don't know I am behind them, more often than not carrying a 20 pound child in my arms? Were they not taught by their Mothers (or scolded by their wives) that it is proper to hold the door open for a woman carrying a child? Do they just not have manners? Are they confused about etiquette? Or, do they just not care?
My 11-year-old knows better than this. He uses words like "please", "thank you", "sir" and "ma'am". He holds doors open for elderly people, women holding babies and younger children. My heart swells with pride every time I see him do this. I know I have taught him common courtesy.
The funny thing is that often when I do something nice for someone (ie pick something up that someone dropped and hand it back to them, hold a door open for someone else, move my cart so someone can pass around me in the grocery store), no one seems to say "thank you" anymore, either. It's like having manners has become a lost art. People seem to expect courtesy themselves, but often not offer it in return.
What happened to manners? Where have they gone?
1.20.2011
Struggles with Aspergers
Yesterday seemed to never end.
It started pretty normal - I went to the grocery store to satisfy my new coupon obsession (it was double coupon day), picked up the new b&b wholesale packets and stopped to pick up a couple prescriptions at Target. Butters slept in a little yesterday morning, so my intentions were to only put him down for one nap as opposed to his normal two.
This idea didn't work out in my favor.
After two bouts of screaming, I realized that neither of us was going to be getting our much needed afternoon siesta. Crabby baby, crabby Mama.
Then Logan got home, and this already touchy situation was exasperated by his math test (53%) and a language arts project (C). THEN, I had the pleasure of reading the evaluations for his upcoming IEP meeting next week. This was the last piece that our already slightly off-balance house needed to tip.
Now this little tidbit needs a little background info. For those of you unfamiliar with the term "IEP", this is an Individualized Education Plan. It lays out a plan for all of the extra things Logan needs to get through his day, any services (speech, etc), and basically discusses his progress and shortfalls. The IEPs done every three years (which is the one that needs to be done) include several tests, psychological and educational, issued by his teachers and the school psychologist.
Back to the story, I read through pages of other people's evaluation of where my child was at. His teachers had comments such as "makes actions or comments that hinder peer acceptance", and "gets distracted during transitions", and "has a difficult time focusing in class".
I've seen the homework Logan hands in, and its not so good. I will help him, but I will absolutely not do it FOR him. I will only help him within a realm he is able to understand. He has a very difficult time writing papers. His paragraphs are limited to three sentences - he does the very minimum required to get by. It is far below the work of his peers. He struggles with both math and science concepts and often fails his tests. However, his grades are B's and C's...I really feel like he gets pushed through because teachers often don't want to deal with him.
He doesn't have the peer relationships that most children his age have. This is typical of children with Asperger's. Although he is 11, he has the social maturity of probably a six or seven year old. I have a very hard time going to school events with him and watching him attempt to interact with other kids his age, and seeing them react with distaste and annoyance. He is often ignored.
Last night I struggled for probably the zillionth time with what to do. Putting him in a private school isn't the answer - they are more academically demanding and do not have the extra services necessary for him to succeed. Holding him back a year would be difficult at his age (I brought this up last night and he freaked out).
So, this morning I had to work on finding answers. I'm not sure if the answer is pushing the school district, but I contacted the State of Minnesota's Autism Specialist to see if I can push for him to have a para with him all day (which I've asked for on several occasions but the school has denied). I contacted the one private school in Minnesota that specializes in special needs children - that comes with a tuition of over $21,000 per year. I'm Googling any possible school in our area that may have an Autism program. I've contacted the doctor that did his Asperger's diagnosis to see if he can give further recommendations to the school staff in writing to back up everything I'm asking for.
Where this will go from here, I don't know yet, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes.
It started pretty normal - I went to the grocery store to satisfy my new coupon obsession (it was double coupon day), picked up the new b&b wholesale packets and stopped to pick up a couple prescriptions at Target. Butters slept in a little yesterday morning, so my intentions were to only put him down for one nap as opposed to his normal two.
This idea didn't work out in my favor.
After two bouts of screaming, I realized that neither of us was going to be getting our much needed afternoon siesta. Crabby baby, crabby Mama.
Then Logan got home, and this already touchy situation was exasperated by his math test (53%) and a language arts project (C). THEN, I had the pleasure of reading the evaluations for his upcoming IEP meeting next week. This was the last piece that our already slightly off-balance house needed to tip.
Now this little tidbit needs a little background info. For those of you unfamiliar with the term "IEP", this is an Individualized Education Plan. It lays out a plan for all of the extra things Logan needs to get through his day, any services (speech, etc), and basically discusses his progress and shortfalls. The IEPs done every three years (which is the one that needs to be done) include several tests, psychological and educational, issued by his teachers and the school psychologist.
Back to the story, I read through pages of other people's evaluation of where my child was at. His teachers had comments such as "makes actions or comments that hinder peer acceptance", and "gets distracted during transitions", and "has a difficult time focusing in class".
I've seen the homework Logan hands in, and its not so good. I will help him, but I will absolutely not do it FOR him. I will only help him within a realm he is able to understand. He has a very difficult time writing papers. His paragraphs are limited to three sentences - he does the very minimum required to get by. It is far below the work of his peers. He struggles with both math and science concepts and often fails his tests. However, his grades are B's and C's...I really feel like he gets pushed through because teachers often don't want to deal with him.
He doesn't have the peer relationships that most children his age have. This is typical of children with Asperger's. Although he is 11, he has the social maturity of probably a six or seven year old. I have a very hard time going to school events with him and watching him attempt to interact with other kids his age, and seeing them react with distaste and annoyance. He is often ignored.
Last night I struggled for probably the zillionth time with what to do. Putting him in a private school isn't the answer - they are more academically demanding and do not have the extra services necessary for him to succeed. Holding him back a year would be difficult at his age (I brought this up last night and he freaked out).
So, this morning I had to work on finding answers. I'm not sure if the answer is pushing the school district, but I contacted the State of Minnesota's Autism Specialist to see if I can push for him to have a para with him all day (which I've asked for on several occasions but the school has denied). I contacted the one private school in Minnesota that specializes in special needs children - that comes with a tuition of over $21,000 per year. I'm Googling any possible school in our area that may have an Autism program. I've contacted the doctor that did his Asperger's diagnosis to see if he can give further recommendations to the school staff in writing to back up everything I'm asking for.
Where this will go from here, I don't know yet, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes.
1.14.2011
Taxidermy and Avent Bottles
One of Logan's Aspie obsessions is reading Calvin and Hobbes.
Logan - "Mom, do you think Jax will be like Calvin when he gets older?"
Me - "I'm not sure..."
Logan - "Well, if he is, I'm going to go to the toy store and get him a tiger. And not a stuffed one, but taxidermy."
Outstanding idea, Logs.
Moving on, and switching gears completely, I despise Avent bottles. Don't buy them. Ever. They leak profusely. They leak from both the ring and the nipple. There is nothing more enraging then attempting to make a screaming, hungry baby a bottle, shaking it to mix the formula and having the mixture fly all over the kitchen. Re-adjust, still leaking. Re-adjust again. More screaming. Nerves twitching.
We have actually been struggling with this since Jax switched to the bottle when he was around 2 months old, so for about the last EIGHT months. Why I waited 8 months to switch brands is absolutely beyond me. I can't even TELL you how many times I've had to go downstairs in the middle of the night to make a bottle (half asleep) and cursed Avent out under my breath because it takes me a full ten minutes to re-adjust and re-adjust the ring and nipple so it doesn't leak.
So today we finally made the switch and I bought a new set. I switched to the Playtex Wide Bottles. About an hour ago I put Butters down with his first one, and haven't heard a peep. I'm hesitant after the Avent fiasco, so we'll see how it goes. I'll update about whether or not they leak.
Another product that sucks - Safety 1st cabinet locks are terrible. They still open wide enough for Butters to get out an average sized bottle of spray cleaner.
AND...Butters has also learned how to move one large thing to climb on top of another thing. Charming.
Lastly, make SURE you have gotten to b&b to check out the bib and burpie sale!
Logan - "Mom, do you think Jax will be like Calvin when he gets older?"
Me - "I'm not sure..."
Logan - "Well, if he is, I'm going to go to the toy store and get him a tiger. And not a stuffed one, but taxidermy."
Outstanding idea, Logs.
Moving on, and switching gears completely, I despise Avent bottles. Don't buy them. Ever. They leak profusely. They leak from both the ring and the nipple. There is nothing more enraging then attempting to make a screaming, hungry baby a bottle, shaking it to mix the formula and having the mixture fly all over the kitchen. Re-adjust, still leaking. Re-adjust again. More screaming. Nerves twitching.
We have actually been struggling with this since Jax switched to the bottle when he was around 2 months old, so for about the last EIGHT months. Why I waited 8 months to switch brands is absolutely beyond me. I can't even TELL you how many times I've had to go downstairs in the middle of the night to make a bottle (half asleep) and cursed Avent out under my breath because it takes me a full ten minutes to re-adjust and re-adjust the ring and nipple so it doesn't leak.
So today we finally made the switch and I bought a new set. I switched to the Playtex Wide Bottles. About an hour ago I put Butters down with his first one, and haven't heard a peep. I'm hesitant after the Avent fiasco, so we'll see how it goes. I'll update about whether or not they leak.
Another product that sucks - Safety 1st cabinet locks are terrible. They still open wide enough for Butters to get out an average sized bottle of spray cleaner.
AND...Butters has also learned how to move one large thing to climb on top of another thing. Charming.
Lastly, make SURE you have gotten to b&b to check out the bib and burpie sale!
1.07.2011
Why are organic items more expensive than items made from traditionally grown materials? (and other information)
I want to take some time to address this question. It was brought up in some comments left on an article written about us, and is respectably due an answer.
1. Organic cotton fabric is more expensive than traditional cotton. Why is this? Because the natural ingredients used to farm organically are more expensive than the toxic chemicals used to farm traditional cotton. Again, why? Because more toxic chemicals are sold and used, they are cheaper to produce. Also, when the organic cotton fibers are woven into fabric, the manufacturers are required to organically clean all of their equipment before weaving the fabric, adding more cost to weaving the fabric. However, the benefits of organic cotton are endless. See our "Why Organics" tab on our b&b site.
This blog post also offers excellent information on why organic clothing is more expensive than traditional fabric clothing. Click here.
2. Our garments are produced by local seamstresses in the Twin Cities and they are paid fair wages for their work. By supporting b&b, you are supporting local employment and fair wage employment.
3. b&b garments are meant to be used for more than one child - which is why we use fun and colorful but still classic patterns. Organic cotton will far outlast traditional cotton.
When I created butters&beans, I created it to fill a hole in the market - colorful organic baby clothing that was fun and full of texture. I did not have any intention of creating an unattainable product.
The benefits of buying organic clothing are endless...you are supporting the health of your body and our planet. You are supporting the health of those who farm the raw materials we use and eat (people DIE farming with traditional toxic chemicals). You support the economy of the third world countries that grow the raw materials (75% of traditional cotton is grown in third world countries).
Buying organics is a personal choice. Choosing to shop at places such as Walmart is a personal choice. However, if we all chose to support organics, we could make a big difference.
1. Organic cotton fabric is more expensive than traditional cotton. Why is this? Because the natural ingredients used to farm organically are more expensive than the toxic chemicals used to farm traditional cotton. Again, why? Because more toxic chemicals are sold and used, they are cheaper to produce. Also, when the organic cotton fibers are woven into fabric, the manufacturers are required to organically clean all of their equipment before weaving the fabric, adding more cost to weaving the fabric. However, the benefits of organic cotton are endless. See our "Why Organics" tab on our b&b site.
This blog post also offers excellent information on why organic clothing is more expensive than traditional fabric clothing. Click here.
2. Our garments are produced by local seamstresses in the Twin Cities and they are paid fair wages for their work. By supporting b&b, you are supporting local employment and fair wage employment.
3. b&b garments are meant to be used for more than one child - which is why we use fun and colorful but still classic patterns. Organic cotton will far outlast traditional cotton.
When I created butters&beans, I created it to fill a hole in the market - colorful organic baby clothing that was fun and full of texture. I did not have any intention of creating an unattainable product.
The benefits of buying organic clothing are endless...you are supporting the health of your body and our planet. You are supporting the health of those who farm the raw materials we use and eat (people DIE farming with traditional toxic chemicals). You support the economy of the third world countries that grow the raw materials (75% of traditional cotton is grown in third world countries).
Buying organics is a personal choice. Choosing to shop at places such as Walmart is a personal choice. However, if we all chose to support organics, we could make a big difference.
1.06.2011
Pajama Jeans...
I'm normally not one to be sucked in by infomercials...however, I keep seeing "Pajama Jeans" and am for the first time since Proactiv, very tempted. This coming from the woman that used to not wear anything without a couture label. I can't decide if this is the demise of the fashionista in me or just the Mama in me wanting to be comfortable. I'm pretty sure the fashionista is fading. HOWEVER...in my defense...I was at Saks the other day, and found this amazing pair of jeans that were very similar in design to these Pajama Jeans. I'm dying to remember the brand, but I wasn't paying attention (silly me because they fit perfectly). They were a super soft denim with no zipper (but it looked like they had one from the way they were stitched) and only the button at the top came undone. I didn't get them - which was dumb considering that finding jeans that fit is like finding a unicorn. I think I'll be heading back to Saks this week to pick them up. If you've been hiding under a rock for the last few months and haven't seen the commercial for Pajama Jeans, click below.
So b&b has been busy - blankets, blankets and more blankets. I feel like I just caught up. Sara Glassman at the Strib wrote a great little article that blurbed us today - I adore her Pop Fizz Daily emails. If you don't get them, make sure you go to PopFizzDaily.com and sign up. She sends out all the new Twin Cities fashion news as well as updates on sales and discounts.
Also at b&b, we have a bib and burpie sale going on! This is only temporary, so make sure you visit our site soon. The Elliot bib is already sold out! I'm in love with Emmy and Andrew personally - I heart the sherpa backing. AND - remember that the Tate bib is amazing for droolers with its organic batting fill!
So b&b has been busy - blankets, blankets and more blankets. I feel like I just caught up. Sara Glassman at the Strib wrote a great little article that blurbed us today - I adore her Pop Fizz Daily emails. If you don't get them, make sure you go to PopFizzDaily.com and sign up. She sends out all the new Twin Cities fashion news as well as updates on sales and discounts.
Also at b&b, we have a bib and burpie sale going on! This is only temporary, so make sure you visit our site soon. The Elliot bib is already sold out! I'm in love with Emmy and Andrew personally - I heart the sherpa backing. AND - remember that the Tate bib is amazing for droolers with its organic batting fill!
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