post #21 of 44
2/11/07 at 7:57pm
I stare at people with slings. Where there's a sling, there might be a cute baby! Plus, I'm trying to tell if the sling is homemade.
I stare at people in hajibs. Well, okay, only if I love the color, there's just something about silken fabric that makes things more beautiful. Plus, I do 12th century dress up (SCA) and it's cool to see how veils are worn modernly. (Same reason I stare at nuns.)
I don't mean to stare, it just happens because I get caught up in thinking about things and forget to move my eyes. As soon as I realize I'm staring I stop.
I went to Target with DD in a ring sling, facing out.
I got *the* dirtiest looks from two moms with kiddos in strollers. I just smiled at them and smiled at the kiddos. I mean, what do I know, maybe they've got back problems and can't babywear. I don't care that their kiddos are in strollers! My DD and I are happy with a sling, for our reasons.
Maybe it was my scarf. I've gotten a few dirty looks about it since 9/11. Maybe the combination of my scarf and the sling makes me look too foreign, and in these xenophobic times that justifies a dirty look.
I did get really sweet smiles from two elder couples though. That makes me feel better but it doesn't erase those other looks.
</vent> Thanks for listening.
I find myself doing that too. I LOVE the wonderful fabrics patterns and lace trims I see on the scarves and wish I had a reason to wear them. I also try to figure out how they keep them on. I have a drawer full of scarves and feel I never have any reason to wear them. They are so lovely in the box, but I can never figure out how to wear them.
I also look at women who are baby wearing to see how they are doing it and to see if I can learn something new.
I hope they don't think I'm giving them a dirty look but I'm sure they may think I'm rather odd.
Sorry about the dirty looks. There is no excuse for that. I've been on the recieving end of these when out with DH in his uniform. Mostly people are very nice, but we had one koot go off about the Iraq war in the airport. It was really sad as I was so excited to show DH that DD had learned to nurse and he had been gone for some time. It put a bit of a damper on our reunion, and that was the first time I told someone to F-off in front of DD.