Nordic Is SO Now
My friends are procreating at a rate of knots. The first in a surprisingly long line of babies due made her way into the world a couple of weeks ago, her mother admirably braving it au natural (following her full description and my previous emergency C I’ve decided I’m far too slothful to push should the opportunity arise again in the future. Note I say slothful, and not posh).
Trawling the internet for a nice little website full to the brim of present ideas for this particularly stylish young lady I found Nordic Kids and whiled away an hour or so reminding myself quiet how lovely it is to buy baby gifts.
Moving from the Big Smoke a little over a year ago to set up home in Dorset and generally be at one with nature, this little lady’s mother is one of those girls who just effortlessly gets it right. In fact, so much so it can be a little annoying. I’ve never known her to drop the ball, present wise - I swear she shops all year to find that perfect gift. I on the other hand have had my fair share of misses, often running around last minute trying desperately to get something even half right. More often than not I end up throwing money at the problem (good for them, not for me). Keen to get it right, and more accurately, not join the list of presents she’s received and much to our past amusement sold on at jumble sales, the pressure was on.
Enjoying bracing walks to pick sloes, and all the trappings of country life (including no central heating) this young miss was going to have to be stylish and warm to keep up with the Parentals. Our mission, to send a little bit of Nordic life to Dorset. The Husband and I finally picked the Platisock sleeping bag deciding it was the latest must have all in one for any chichi bambino. So much so, it may make future appearances. Now just might be the time to get a present box started …
