I grew up with a girl named Brooke. Our parents were friends before we were born and we grew up like sisters, we even shared a crib at Mrs. White’s nursery. Our moms told us that in this crib we used to, ahem, suck on one another’s toes. (I cannot even believe I just wrote that.) Yeah, ok, fine it’s normal for babies to do that. Expect that, as I pointed out to Brooke, she’s 9 months older than I! Was she trying to eat me?!

Brooke & I with He-Man ('85), at her wedding ('06)
This week has been a strange one; very sad and trying for many of my friends and family. The short of it is that I’ve landed myself in Raleigh, NC until Sunday. But the exciting part is that a little boy named Dylan, who has been anxiously awaited by his mama Brooke and dad Scott, will be coming into the world in the next few days – whether he likes it or not! And I, Auntie E, will actually be here to see it. Despite the unfortunate circumstances that brought me here – I’m so grateful to be apart of this experience with my dear friends.
Back in the fall I found an adorable vintage reproduction* poster at the Brooklyn Flea of the alphabet, with french words for each letter. Brooke and I went to Paris together as teenagers so I had to get it for baby Dylan’s nursery. My mom had it framed and just look how great it looks in Dylan’s new home.

French alphabet poster

Dylan's warm nursery
Welcome to the world, little dude. You are a shining light during a very tough week!
* Oh… vintage reproduction would not normally make the cut on Salvaged Grace, but I’m making an exception today.