COOL AUNT CLEME

I love all things vintage. I’m out, there you have it! I’m out of the vintage closet. Or I’m probably there looking for vintage-y stuff to wear or use for house décor. Yeah, that sounds more like it.

I have a lot of outfits my Mom used to wear back when she was my age and younger even. I have accessories from my Grandma like rings, necklaces bracelets, the works. When I turned 15 she gave me the rings her sister (the one I’m named after) wore every single day of her adult life including her engagement and wedding rings. I just love them, they’re from the late 30’s and have an incredibly beautiful, yet simple design.

Suffice it to say, I would rather get my hands on old stunning objects than getting all new items, though this doesn’t mean that I never do. Actually, it is rarer for me to get vintage clothes than bright new shiny ones, and that’s probably the reason I like the former better, because of its uniqueness and infrequent possibility.

However deep my love for retro outfits, only recently am I waiting for a legitimate brand spanking new thing, and I just can’t wait for it to get here. My sister has got something growing inside her belly and it’s not the usual nacho cheese- pizza- burguer- ice cream combo. She’s been pregnant for nine weeks and I can’t help but think ‘Man, nine months can’t go fast enough’. Never mind she’s the one gestating an infant, the thing is, I will be an aunt. YES! I’ll get to be cool Aunt Cleme and spoil the kid rotten and then send him/ her home to my sister and her husband. I can take care of this baby, love it, hug it, maybe squeeze its (hopefully) chubby cheeks until cuteness drips all over the place. Okay, so that last part could be a bit of an exaggeration, but supervision might not be such a bad idea.

Anyway, I couldn’t be happier at this point in my life for my sister and her husband. Well, I guess as the pregnancy progresses I will get increasingly happier, considering I was basically ecstatic when she was only suspicious. She told me she was disgusted by pizza (PIZZA, for Heaven’s sake!) and I cried in the middle of the food court at the mall. ‘Nuff said.