Went to see a supplier today (remember the gorgeous Darling It’s Perfect earrings? – well they’re going to be on the site VERY soon).
I put on dangly fan earrings (impossible to wear with a grasping baby), lots of lippy (no danger of it being wiped off with snotty kisses) and walked out feeling very light and carefree and strangely underdressed.
It took me some time to work out why – instead of my usual huge changing bag full of bottles of milk, sippy cups full of water, miscellaneous snacks, soggy rusks, mussies, nappies, bibs, assorted large picture books, Small Clanger, telephones (Minx’s and mine), bottles of suntan cream (heaven knows why in an English February) and a small plastic tambourine, I just had a small handbag containing purse, keys, phone and lipstick. Of such pleasures heaven is made.
The meeting was in Clerkenwell and afterwards I called the Husband, who works nearby, who took me for a delicious lunch at the Zetter. We looked at each other awkwardly, conscious only of the large, buggy-shaped, absence at the table. What on earth do couples, going out for their first lunch sans baby talk about? But of course, we talked about her.
Of course!
(Don’t you feel somewhat naked when you step out the first few times without that big ol’ nappy bag?)