misosouper, a shopping blog

Because of yesterday’s post, I’ve been labeled–accurately, I suppose–a Scrooge.

But my cold’s a little better today, so the pendulum’s swinging toward cheerful absurdity:  I topped Daughter #1 with a two-years-too-tight BlaBla panda hat, and dressed Daughter #2 in a Baby Lulu jumpsuit that makes her look like the Hawaiian Elvis who downed one too many mango/peanut butter sandwiches.

This Flensted mobile is the most buoyant, happy decoration I could find.  Its pixies blithely glide through an evergreen forest, oblivious to the holiday machinations below.  Serenity now, people.

For our upcoming Summer Beach Tour ‘09, my daughter wants a backpack to haul her assorted comb, rock, squirt gun, and My Little Pony collection around.  (Translation:  I’m tired of her stuff rattling around in the bottom of my purse.)  I’m going to splurge on this kitty sack, because I’m thinking that it will get its second wind during her high school Harajuku phase.