No ears and no tails!

Today I am a big (5’2″ is big in the grand scale of things, OK?) ball of lub. Lub lub lub.

You see my sister has just gone into labour. Her husband called to say the plug had ‘come out’ (I’m not sure what this ‘plug’ is but I have a feeling I really don’t want to know. Sounds icky). So, with the arrival of my first niece imminent, obviously anything fashion related in proportions small enough for a sprog is getting me whipped up into a right ole frenzy. Tis the bringing together of two of my greatest lubs. Lubs lubs lubs.

So, as you can imagine, I was especially excited when a lovely box containing this landed on my desk this evening:

Anything that isn’t an anti-aging product (frankly, I’m starting to find it insulting. Are people trying to tell me something?) or boring press release about bikinis is a very welcome change. But a sample relating to bambinas, well, what with sis about to explode, it’s guaranteed to get me all riled up (in a good way of course). Ohhhh, the squeal of delight I made when opening the box and discovering this ‘orange’ hat was audible all around the building.

Now, a friend of mine once said to me that her friend (I promise you this story isn’t going to end in an urban myth type tale where everybody dies and the killer licks your foot whilst pretending to be your pet dog and then writes a chilling message on your wall) had a rule about clothing for her children. Nothing with ears or tails was permitted. Now, I think this is a RIDICULOUS rule. Where is the fun in your friends and family having children if you can’t put them in comedy outfits and convince them they are the very animals that they are dressed as? I have very fond memories of a friend’s kid who on being presented with suitable attire became convinced that he was a monkey. He proceeded to howl in such a manner for over a week, even whilst at school. It was comedy gold.

Anyway, in the event that my sister decides to adopt this ‘no ears and tail’ rule, it’s no biggie. I can be down with that thanks to the good people of Cob Web Knits. Now, these hats could be perceived as a leetle bit freaky in a cabbage patch doll kinda way, but they are also veh veh cute. I can already envisage my niece rocking the lemon hat (yellow is sooooo this season dontcha know) this summer. And it is something delightfully different to present to my sister that isn’t the standard gift-voucher, baby grow or a bib (that says something hilarious and equivalent to ‘I’m a boob man’). Buying one of these is securing my place in the baby’s memorable gift hall of fame. And isn’t that what we all secretly want? To gain/buy the unquestionable love and admiration of another’s child so that we can teach them naughty words and gestures and in doing so annoy the shit out of their parents? HELL. YEAH.

Edith

Cob Web Knits is a family run business based in rural Dorset, which means that they get the Some Like It Fashion sustainable seal of approval!

"EVERY DAY IS KIDS DAY!" A Fathers day gift guide.

Remember when you used to complain to your parents about not having a kids day when they had a mothers and a fathers day? And they’d be like “EVERY DAY IS KIDS DAY”. And you’d be like, if that really were true, things would be pretty different round here…

And so this brings me to the point of my post, it is that time of year when we bestow gifts upon our beloved dads to say thanks for the lessons they have taught us. Wisdom from Bunny (that’s my dad’s nickname by the way) includes:

• On big meanies at school: “When you know someone so well that you can anticipate how they will react in a situations and they then behave in the way you expected you shouldn’t get upset or angry. You know they are going to do it. Except it and don’t get frustrated.”

• On relationships: “Love isn’t always enough. You have to like the person as well”

• On asking for some Miss Sixty jeans: “Give your head a shake girl, who’d you think I am? The bank of England?”

Oh, dontcha feel the wiser for reading that? Amen, Bunny. Amen. But lets get to the crux of the matter and discuss potential gifts. Sick of buying socks? Yeah! Sick of buying books? Yeah! Sick of buying clothes that he only wears when you come round to lunch? Hell yeah! So, here are some suggestions covering the safe, comedy and classic options for Fathers day.

Lazy days Dad: His perfect day involves crashing out in front of the TV after a Sunday roast and maybe (if the conditions are permitting) having an afternoon snooze.
Suggestion: 3:10 to Yuma, the modern re-make of a classic western. £7.99 including delivery.

Snores so loud that wakes himself up Dad: The neighbours think it is thundering, when you go on holiday the locals think a boat has hit rocks and is sinking. Loud doesn’t even come close to describing the noise.
Suggestion: A hilarious head brace thing from Snoozer. Can you imagine his face when he opens that? Priceless. Priceless. But if you want the price it’s £64.95.

Money talks Dad: He says not to bother but you know he doesn’t mean it. When you were a kid he’d slip you a tenner so you could buy him something on his birthday and at Christmas. The man loves a gift!
Suggestion: Quality leather. Smythson do a very fine selection of classic, handsome wallets and cardholders. Perfect for those moments when he needs to impress by getting a round in at the golf club. Prices range from £65 – £400.
Edith

Fathers day is Sunday June 15th in the UK but the date may differ in other countries.