As you know, a long, long time ago, way before Snow White fell asleep, even before Cinderella found her glass slippers, there was a time when Tiny used to escape her nappies. It was an ugly time readers. Her mother was pulling out her hair (not Tiny's hair, her own hair). Going mad, rocking backwards and forwards, turning her cardigans into straitjackets and well, just going more than slightly bonkers.
There were Tiny little brown eggs laid on couch cushions. In a doll's pram. All about the house really. Like tiny little Tiny gifts. It was like every day was worthy of an egg hunt, because she had strewn the house with her own version of chocolatey treats.
I found some onesies to fit my small fry. I bought them. Then I personalised 'em with one of my favourite Kaffe fabrics. Be amazed ladies, because I stitched this myself. WHOA! I am a genius. Watch out for my book: '101 Ways with Onesies'. Sure to be a bestseller.