An Open Letter to Carter's

-
Dear Carter,

(Can I call you Carter?  Or is it Mr/Mrs. Carter?)

Well,

Dear Carter,

Thank you for the weekly coupons in my email inbox.  You really know how to lure me back in to your store for some uber cute baby threads.  And of course, I was blessed with a baby girl, no less, so of course I am overcome with far too many options and accessories.

So, CarCar,

I am kind of having an issue that I hope you could address.

My issue is that on each and every visit I am finding myself drawn to clothing items that have a guitar and cliche slogan like "I Rock" or "Mommy Rocks/ Daddy Rocks"

And then I realize I am standing in the boy's section of the store and the clothing is in blue... or brown... or some other color that, quite frankly, isn't in my daughter's color wheel.

And yes...

I saw the girl's pajamas with the guitar that reads "Girls Rock".  But they aren't in an infant size...

And I did see the cute bodysuit with jeggings in an infant size (at Kohl's.com) and I might have to settle for that one....

I'm just saying that to have as many options for girls as you do for boys would be a.maze.ing.  I just know my husband's eyes would sparkle if he saw his baby girl in rock duds, but then mommy has standards on colors and such because her baby girl is still at that critical "could that be a boy or girl" stage.

So...

in the event you are reading this Car,

I would like something with rock-band-esque qualities for my sweet, perfect baby girl.

And, you know,

if you are feeling inspired can you make it a Musicman stingray bass slapper, customized with a Piezo bridge and brass saddles??? and Oh! Can you make it in a limey-green hue?  That color is in my daughter's color wheel.

But really any whimsical, perfectly girly remnant of rock-no-roll clothing for my wee bass slapper would be ideal.  I might not be as flexible on the make of the bass design.  A Fender Jaguar wouldn't completely kill me, nor would a Warwick Steamer Stage II. 

I'm trying to be flexible?  Can you meet me half-way?

(*sigh...) And I know I just might have to settle for girl's "rock" clothing with that tell-tale "guitar" you use on your clothing which actually looks more like a banjo... (I mean, c'mon, Carter, that is clearly either a banjo or a fiddle, neither of which instrument really rocks unless it is being used in some updated, 21st century rendition of Fiddler on the Roof...)

...In fact, the more that I stare at it I am wondering if that isn't a ukelele...

So I will wait, with bated-breath, for your spring line-up of bass-slapping-inspired rock (or banjo) gear and coupons in hand. 
Thanks, Carter.

I'll be seeing you... 

See, you're not completely off-bass here, Carter.  This outfit is cute.... I just need a few more options.....

Comments

Anonymous said…
Love it, Love it, Looooooooove it! Your blogs get better every day!
November 20, 2011 at 12:21 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"Dear Bobby"

-
Image
"Dear Bobby, I love you. I always look forward to when my husband leaves for work, and you sneak into bed with me. Sometimes, you will wake me up, but usually, you just lie there next to me waiting for my eyes to open." Bobby. You are a cat. But you are the cat of all cats. Unliked some others whose names I will not mention.... you like being a cat. You are my original Obi Kenobi... But you don't like your name and insist I call you "Bobby" or "Bob". You are my predator. You can catch anything- including a rabbit almost twice your size. I remember the time you brought a baby possum into our home. I had just awakened and sleepily headed to use the bathroom when, peering from inside the toilet, was a little possum begging to be released. You cheeky bastard, Bobby. That poor possum. I scolded you and you just turned the other whisker, as if to say "look lady... I am a cat, that's how I do...." The other cats beg for forgiveness when
Read More

Thank You, My Friend

-
Thank You for reading my blog. Sometimes people say: "I read your blog..." and I hold my breathe for a moment and think about the language I use in my blog. I pray quietly I haven't offended someone's belief system.... that I haven't groaned too much about how much the gym hates me.... or the other way around. I pause as my mind races over my topics.  Have I been too emotional?  Have I confessed too much? But then I want to hug them. I write because, Sometimes I don't know how to say it out loud. Because I want my family to know that my memories of them... with them... are magical.  And they may not remember things just as I do... (And in my memory I am a little bit thinner...) I write because I want people to know that even though I haven't seen them for many moons, I think of them. Often. And I don't want to bore people out loud with stories about how cute my cats are.  In all seriousness, though, They're so cute.  L
Read More

Pancakes and Eggs

-
Image
I have been thinking of pancakes and eggs. I don't know why. But the craving hasn't subsided, though I cannot say it has intensified... it just remains... in appetite purgatory. I have craved this pairing a few days now. And I am not a pancakes kind of gal, so I am a bit befuddled by it creeping into my psyche, every day, throughout the day. I wouldn't call it torture or taunting, I would call it unfinished business. And today I couldn't help but wonder whether it was the pancakes and eggs I wanted, or whether what I wanted was the idea of a long, leisurely breakfast with someone. And as I sit here, at midnight, unable to sleep before an early a.m. flight, I know that there is something more meaningful worth writing about, and yet, these pancakes and eggs won't leave me alone... Because a long, indulgent, carbohydrate-rich breakfast is usually shared by people who have time to sit and enjoy one another's company.
Read More