My first thought on reading this was how much the top picture looks like a cross between a laundry basket on wheels and a shopping trolley. My second was realising that I actually own the bassinet in the bottom picture. Alas, it was not sitting in my children's bedroom behind one of those screens as per Plunket's 1945 recommendations. No, it was in my garage, on top of a pile of boxes and underneath a bizarre orange inflatable contraption filled with jingly beads. Thing is, the bassinet was mine when I was a baby. My parents kept it, then it sat in various garages until eventually coming into my possession a few years ago. I'd entertained vague notions of using it for my children, but was seduced by the marketing gods instead, in the form of a super-cute Moses basket with a giraffe on the side. When someone offered to buy me the Moses basket, I jumped for pregnancy-hormone filled joy. So, in the garage the old bassinet sat. Until I retrieved it for a closer look last week.
