I don't think the smallest Cub has one item of new clothing. Being the third boy, everything is a hand me down. I obviously exaggerate, he's been given a lot of divine little creations, but I personally haven't bought a thing. Apart from maybe a bib or two.
Two weeks ago I went to Amsterdam to surprise my brother Ned on his 30th birthday. I had a couple of hours to kill and on the train into the city was directed to the 'Nine Lanes' area for a shop and a potter. I had a bit of an ignorant view of Amsterdam before I went - clogs, red lights, cheese, maybe a tulip or two. I now feel rather embarrassed about my naivety and can't wait to go back again and explore properly.
The children's clothes shops there are like no others I've ever come across - brands I've never even heard of and the coolest, most original designs and styles. With no suitcase to hand I had to leave empty handed - though me and Mr Fedex are now becoming firm friends since my return.
Bobo Choses was my favourite discovery; it's watermelon strewn collection is properly sensational - desperate to get some adult sized pieces. I yet haven't broached the subject of the pink onesie that's hiding in my office with Chaz, yet. Boys can wear pink though, no?
Watermelon Onesie by Bobo Choses
Bobo Choses Mr Puzzled sweatshirt
Bobo Choses watermelon T
There's even a baby grow...
These starry sensations are by Louis Louise, another new Dutch discovery that I wish came in my size.