“I will never be that dude, dude,” is what Carolyn said to Alexa the first time they went to Mothercare together. They planned to embrace parenthood on their own terms – Hackney baby raves, A.P.C. baby clothes, and absolutely no free Pret Babyccinos. Twee was the enemy – and after their distressingly modern friends Lara and Lou started dressing their newborn as the Doily Infanta, they knew they had to guard against it at all costs.
The Cath Kidston nappy bag was a tease. Alexa bought it for Carolyn online because she didn’t want anyone to spot her going into the shop. Carolyn opened it and laughed for seven solid minutes. But it proved a source of distraction at breakfast. “It’s so capacious,” murmured Carolyn, stroking the lacquered cotton and counting pockets.
Now that baby Wollstonecraft has been born, Carolyn is rarely seen without her virulent floral case. She’s a brilliant Mum, quietly and confidently capable – but she’s still the wickedly bitchy giggler Alexa fell in love with. Alexa adores parenthood, but she misses nights out, nights in, and her partner’s Eau de Nile Sophie Hulme, which had to be retired after Wolly was sick in it. Still, she has big plans for the nappy bag. It’s the perfect thing for storing and selling laughing gas at Bestival. Carolyn thought that was another joke, at first, but she’s coming round to the idea.