Because kids love furniture, and parents love putting them on it.
Attention!
I have contributed to the blog for Design Public, a company that sells hip furniture that mostly I can't afford. But I still like to look at the furniture, and drool all over the keyboard and short out my computer.
I was given the task of writing about babies and design, and here's what I came up with. Other bloggers, including someone named Mrs. Kennedy, will be offering up their thoughts in the coming days.










August 8, 2005
Reader Comments (31)
I've been reading for awhile now, and just wanted to say I love reading Finslippy and eagerly await each new installment.
fucking capitalism.
(Suckers!)
But now that I have read your entry I am going to email them and beg them to not post the crap I wrote, and maybe cry a little, because you're funnier than me.
She then rolled her eyes and let out a big sigh.
I sighed with her. Because at the time I had two breast pumps, a bassinette, a vibrating boucy chair, five different puked on recieving blankets with clashing designs and a head of cabbage in MY living room.
- never mind the baby.
Now, my girls are 17 and 13 and I have to be sappy and say that I kind of miss those days. At least my clothes and jewelry were mine to wear and believe me, I'd rather fight about toys than about curfews. Plus, they're fighting methods get a lot more sophisticated as they get older and they start to have an opinon about everything, including your decorating. So enjoy the toys while you can. Before Henry starts telling you that your taste sucks.
Could be worse. Could be Willy Nelson in a pair of Daisy Dukes.
It also helps with our insurance due to the reduction in toy related mishaps.
I was offered the ability to purchase furniture at a discount, if I so chose. And...that's it.
Alice -- thanks so much for the post. You are hilarious. Now get your thugs off my site, please. Thanks.
As for the not-my-style baby gifts- we totally know your problem, except ours were all hand knit, so my poor kids had to wear sweaters with tiny little head crushing neck holes, or gorilla arms that had to be folded over four times and therefore really fat like a giant bangle bracelets. (We got the photos tho!)
And my scrapbooking stuff has taken over my room. I would lose a child if I had one.
You're a much better person than me. I'd probably have let him get that sucker truly filthy in hopes that he would just give it up. Granted, my husband tells me that until I can stop talking about "Crate training the kids like we do with the puppy," he'd rather that we not have children. So basically, I have no idea what I'm talking about, and you're a much better mother than I will probably ever be. Keep washing those suckers! Errr... umm... or something like that.
I think they're cool.