mired in munchkin land

Somehow I've wound up on the baby beat down at the Statesman. It's my own doing, really. I pitched one baby story to my editor (an easy sell since she has a one-year-old at home) and another spun off from that.
The first piece ran Thursday and involved an interactive online feature teeming with locally made baby gear.
(Read it here, and be sure to separately click on the interactive portion: http://www.statesman.com/life/content/life/stories/style/07/19/0719baby.html)

This story had me skulking the baby boutiques all week for appropriate items. A few local "mompreneurs" mailed their stuff instead, and when I asked about the best way to return it them, they told me just to keep it.

So now the 400-square-foot studio of this twentysomething-about-town contains not only an impressive shoe collection, a closetful of minidresses and a coffee table collapsing beneath too many fashion magazines, but also a) one Baby O On the Go nursing ring and scarf and b) two packages of Diaper Baggies, cute plastic bags designed to eliminate messy diaper disposal. Naturally I have nowhere to put any of this, so it's sitting on my couch.

If my dwelling were spontaneously buried in rubble and unearthed hundreds of years later, I wonder what future archaeologists would conclude.

Mom-sight

Just talked to Mom on the phone. Since she left a quotation in a previous comment, I'll share one she related today. Some background: Mom and my Aunt Lynda are both 60ish and single. Neither wants a relationship much, just lots of money. Here's Mom's take on things (borrowed from Sophie Tucker): From birth to age 18, a girl needs good parents, from 18 to 35 she needs good looks, from 35 to 55 she needs a good personality, and from 55 on she needs cash.

Naturally, I'd like to have all of the above all the time.