It’s a Cybermummy sponsor post, so when you get to the end, you can’t whine and moan that I didn’t tell you straight up.
However, if you’re the sort of mom that I am (kick ass, in-your-face, take-no-crap) then you might want to read on. Because my Cybermummy 11 sponsor, at Love it Love it Love It, is a lady who knows. She keeps it awesomely simple: “Bright and Colourful Kids Clothes, Guaranteed to brighten your day”. And she’s bloody right too. I can’t often bear pastels and twee and vomity bunny rabbit cuteness. I appreciate I probably just alienated/insulted a lot of people, but I’m sorry. It’s just not for me. Give me hardcore colours. Bright characters. The stuff that you can see from about 17 miles away. I like to walk into a room full of kids and be able to spot mine instantly from their clothes. (clickem to biggem)
She sent over a couple of t-shirts for the boys, and I have to say I was insanely excited when I ripped open and shredded the packaging in my excitement carefully opened the parcel. And omg, WOULD YOU PLEASE LOOK AT THE GORGEOUS TEE SHIRTS SHE SENT FOR THE SMALLS.
Noah is a cheeky little monkey. There are no two ways about it. He’s obviously funny, but I swear he gets this mischievous grin and a glint in his eye…well this tee shirt was spot on.
It’s the softest fabric for a kids tee that I have felt in a LONG time. Perfectly made, no flaws in the stitching and has already survived it’s first wash and tumble dry without shrinkage, mis-shaping, fading or generally falling apart. Also, I don’t iron clothes. Let’s just state this fact now. The only clothes that get ironed, are D’s work shirts. Maybe his trousers too, if we didn’t get them out the dryer fast enough. We do not iron clothes. Now, I don’t know if these tee shirts are made from some kind of magical wonder, but they don’t need ironing. At all. They’d been folded up in the parcel, and somehow weren’t crumpled to buggery when we opened them up.
WIN. WITH WRINKLE-FREE KNOBS ON.
Isaac is mental on trains and cars at the moment. We are awoken each morning with him singing “ROARY!! THE RACING CAR!!!!” at the top of his voice, or making train noises and then laughing hysterically. So Ruth sent him this.
If he isn’t watching Roary or Cars, you can find him curled up exactly like this on the lounge floor amidst a mass of trains and tracks, very quietly watching wheels and things. He pointed and shouted at his tee shirt a lot when he saw it. Again, the quality is excellent, if not flawless. Even D commented, and normally he just wants the boys to have clothes, not have to worry about said clothes and be done with it. He was VERY impressed.
These are the sort of clothes where you buy them and stop worrying. I asked for slightly larger sizes so they had growing room, but this stuff looks like it’s going to last for yonks. The boys are forever throwing themselves around the lounge now (you could probably choke on the testosterone fumes in this house) and much of their stuff doesn’t seem to last a week, showing wear and tear within one wash. ANNOYANCE.
I have to be honest, after my “screw you PR, I ain’t writin’ no twee prissy shit to keep you happy” blog rant, I was gobsmacked to actually end up turning down offers of Cybermummy 11 tickets. However when Ruth stepped up, having seen her stuff, I knew I’d be mental to turn her down. My sponsor needed to be on the same wavelength as me, and when someone comes along with goodies like the above, It just made SENSE.
I can’t thank Ruth enough for the boys clothes. I have since decided I love her, and will probably spoon her a bit should I ever get to meet her in the flesh.
Noah and Isaac will probably say thank you, too.
