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Coco’s Closet: May Crimson Hair Clips Giveaway

Flip back through your cerebral fashion scrapbook to Spring 2010: footwear was nude, nautical emerged in coral and cerulean, and florals flourished: even blooming atop newborn hair-naked heads.  Our March giveaway featured headband accessories for the bald baby.  For Fall, we transition to mad hatter plaids, peep toe booties, and warm toned hair clips for cherubs cultivating curling coifs.  

As the formerly bald Coco crawls to celebrate her first anniversary, her full adornment of curling locks can get disorderly, sprucing solution: hand crafted hair clips from May Crimson.



May Crimson offers endless variety for the mini mane. Said clips are designed to secure baby’s delicate chicken fluff. And knowing that our wee fashionista will extract her accessories for palatable experimentation, natural materials like felted wool offer neural pacifism.  Each piece exhibits English bred Jae’s European artistry. (Did I mention they come by International Post!  Just imagine receiving a foreign stamped package of crinkly craft paper.) Below are a collection of Coco’s favorites:




Claim your own May Crimson hair clips, by following the prize protocol below:

Either: Go to May Crimson , inspect her First Fruits of Early Summer Harvest Collection, and leave a comment on what frilly-s your fancy.

And/Or: Socialize this giveaway with a Tweet, Blog, Facebook Status Update, or other digital sharing method, then leave a confirming comment on this post.

The winner of the May Crimson Giveaway will be selected on Friday, October 15th. The winner gets to select three (3) May Crimson hair clips of her choice!

Come back tomorrow as we delve further into Coco’s closet.
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Nesting: Thoroughly Modern Billie

So a momentary digression from our maternity body type series.  If you have not already, please review the two maternity body types already posted, and keep your pointer click poised for the remaining two figures to come.  
But last night as I was making dinner in my frilly, ditsy floral apron, dreaming about my vintage green, French Le Creuset…
Mister Andrew Thomas informed me that the little corn cob in my loins was decidedly modern.  In fact, Billie of my belly prefers clean architectural lines, minimalist abstract patterns, and bold color-blocking.  The fact that Billie’s father is also a modern lover, was merely coincidental.  Although the genetic modern gene could indeed have been passed from father to son, but Andrew’s analysis of the situation and his adamant abstinence from Boy Frocks has nothing to do with his findings.
So I began germinating the conception of Baby Billie’s modern life, which naturally led me to shopping.  Below is what I fancy:
Baby Billie reclining in his espresso wood bouncer listening to Bossa Nova Jazz as his father reads One Red Dot with him.
Then his tiny, caramel colored head would lay upon his pristine Spot on Square Roh Crib, his view of his abstract mobile unobstructed by crib bars.
Snuggled up in his geometric Denise Schmidt quilt, the lights of his George Nelson Bubble Lamps would slowly dim.
As rays of sunlight filtered through the lace of trees outside his window, he would awake only to be ushered into his contemporary high chair of European design.  Upon seating, he would finger feed himself cold edamame as we prepare ourselves for a fine stroll at the museum of modern art.
It’s a lovely daydream, no?  In reality, I really do want to buy this portable feeding chair from Phil & Teds, from which Baby Billie will eat multi-grain cheerios.  
 I’ll keep you posted.
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