I love all things vintage.
I especially love the type of nostalgia that transports you to another time period and makes you smile. I especially love my vintage ads that are hanging in my kitchen. One of my ads features an attractive young women wearing pearls and a smile that would light up a room as she is ironing. Ironing and smiling are two things, I can assure you, I have NEVER done simultaneously. My ads deserve a post of their own, so lets get back to the baby stuff, shall we?
A while back, my mom gave me a brown paper shopping bag that had a few things in it that she saved for me. The treasures within have brought me great joy. Recently, I had the nerve to dig them out and wash them in preparation for the bambino(s) to be. I just love how all of this is ACTUALLY happening!
The first goody I will share is this vintage maternity t-shirt that my mom wore while she was pregnant with me. This would be circa 1975. She claims that my grandfather hated this shirt. He thought it was ridiculous. I loved my pop dearly, bur for some reason that makes me love the shirt even more. Picture mom sporting a sweet seventies afro and bell-bottom maternity jeans wearing this t-shirt (just like I plan on doing).
I like how it was made by LaMom
Next up, a lovely receiving blanket. It’s so soft and I am sure that it kept me feeling warm, safe, and cozy.
I love the neutral colors. But you haven’t REALLY appreciated this little treasure for all that it is. Look a little closer.
Let me help you.
Why, yes! Those are little bears lounging upon a giant mushroom, puffing on a pipe. The pipe appears to be blowing bubbles, and the spaced out little bear in the blue stripes seems to be thoroughly enjoying the whole trippy experience. This scene repeats itself over and over again on the blanket. My mom says that it must have been a gift from one of my uncles. Folks, they just don’t make receiving blankets like this anymore. This will be coming to the hospital with me for baby’s first swaddle.
Last but not least, check out this tiny t-shirt. It didn’t actually belong to me. In fact, it’s never been worn. My mom was a labor and delivery nurse for several years. When I asked her about this sweet little thing, she informed me, “One winter, the hospital had the nurses vote on their favorite t-shirt design for the new babies. That was the winning t-shirt. I brought that one home figuring that some day one of the babies in our family could wear it.” I have no idea of how or why it made it’s way into my bag of vintage treasures. There have been MANY babies in the family since then. Trust me, the rest of the family has no problem multiplying. I’m just saying. Take a good look.
“Signs, signs, everywhere there’s signs!”
Yup, there’s a snowflake on it. That’s coming to the hospital with me on delivery day too. Some things are just meant to be.