DON’T TOUCH MY BABY!!!!!!!

My mum calls it shocking pink and navy, my sister calls it magenta and indigo, my best friend calls it cerise and midnight blue, the curly haired lady on the train called it ‘a gorgeous hot pink and a lovely dark blue’ whilst she stroked my daughters arm and held on to her hand for a few moments.

“ARRGHH!!! DON’T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER,” I screamed. Not out loud of course (that would be rude) but quietly in my head. Why is it considered rude to tell someone not to touch your child anyway? Is it not rude to stroke and hold the hand of someone you don’t know? What if I stroked the woman’s curly hair and caressed her face? Would she not be outraged?

I imagine I’ve done it myself (before I had children), reached out to a cute little baby because it’s the instinctive thing to do. But since having children, it has become my pet hate. I do not like strangers touching my children. Keep your sticky mitts to yourself. What else have you been touching? When did you last wash your hands? Do you even wash your hands after using the toilet? I mean wash them, not just get them wet and dry them on your clothes.

Have you been smoking? Did you pick your nose? Have you got a contagious disease or touched someone else who touched someone else who had a contagious disease?

All these things (and more) run through my mind when someone touches my children (and I don’t have OCD, promise!).

How long should I leave it before I reach for my bag and pull out the baby wipes or hand sanitiser, so as not to look obvious that I am wiping away curly haired lady germs? 1 minute, 2 minutes, as soon as she looks away?

When my children were babies I carried them around in a sling. From this sling, no one could see my baby, some people even thought I was just carrying a red canvas rucksack until they heard little baby noises or saw the occasional movement. This was too much of an intrigue to bear for some people because I can not tell you how many people who pulled open my sling to peer inside at my daughter and sometimes touched, yes touched my baby. ‘DON’T TOUCH MY BABY!!!!’ Lady with the curly hair on the train (and all the other guilty strangers), GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY CHILD!

Erm! Do you get these feelings too? Or is it just me?

OK, so I went off on a tangent there. Sometimes I just don’t know where these blog posts are going to take me. Back to the pink and navy blue or what colour would you call it? Don’t you agree, these two colours look fabulous together?

These are the sixth pair of harem pants I’ve made for Scout. Check out the others here, here, here here and here. They make good everyday pants and some of the others are getting too small, so time to stock her wardrobe up with some more.

I completed the look with a matching colour block scarf. Just less than one third being bright pink, I like things to be asymmetrical and a bit quirky. Do you?