Some kids are born with style, while others have style thrust upon them.
And I, Auntie Shopping Detox, won't rest until every little girl has a tutu of her own!
So... a lot of people I know have been making babies lately. And no, not the fun part - the actual "what consistency is your baby's poo? Mine looks like congealed mustard!" part. Mothering is hard, you guys (from what I can tell from late-night Facebook status updates that I see while I'm staying up late on weekends, watching DVDs of Veronica Mars while eating a tub of ice cream and painting my nails - yeah, I like my life juuust fiiiine). Anyway, my job - Honorary Auntie - is super easy and the most fun ever.
I was gift shopping for miniature people, when I realized that this is the most frugal kind of shopping. While buying a $49 furry hat with ears for myself may be seen as lighthearted hat purchasing (HATS = LIFE!), buying a $6 furry ear hat for a baby? Totally allowable! Babies keep outgrowing things, from what I understand, which means that they are in constant need of adorable outfits, which means they are the gift that keeps on giving!
Miniature Marilyn Monroes! (minus the whole drug addiction/tragic life bit) (hopefully)
It's a world of adorable pint-sized awesome outfits! Baby Ugg boots! Baby legwarmers! Baby newsboy caps! Baby sweater vests! Baby everything sold at American Apparel! Nothing costs more than like, $20! Real parents don't buy these things, but I do.
It's like buying doll clothes for grown-ups! When I was a kid, I was (as you probably could have guessed) fairly obsessed with Barbies - specifically, dressing them up in a variety of fabulous outfits (mostly hand-made by my multitalented mother/personal seamstress). When I outgrew playing with dolls, my obsession moved to my own outfits. So buying little doll-sized outfits for babies? Is the cheaper version of buying adult-sized outfits for me.
"Hey girl. I'm just a baby in a cardigan who wants to take you out for a latte, maybe some vegan noodle bowls, and just talk about our hopes and dreams..."
(Plus, it's way cheaper than buying myself a skull-and-crossbones onesie, from whatever fetish store sells adult-sized onesies. Wait, don't they call adult onesies romper suits? And don't I own like four... hmm...)