Thank you all so much for your kind comments about our anniversary. We had a sweet celebration, and were thrilled to find that baby girl loves sleeping in restaurants! Now if only she would jump right into her crib when we get home and sleep until morning...that would really be something. Here on the home-front, we're all beginning to suffer the effects of newborn fatigue and too little routine. I know it's a strange sentiment, but I'm really looking forward to Big Brother's first day of kindergarten on Thursday. Yes, it will be the end of a season, but I think we're all going to benefit from the re-emergence of a regular pattern. So...
Sewing like this is a legacy from my grandmother, for whom baby girl is named. When I was little, she sewed all of my dresses from patterns and fabrics that my mom selected, and mom would finish them by doing the smocking. I have many memories of standing in the the middle of my grandparents' living room in tiny Waycross, GA, trying on nearly finished dresses so that the two of them could make final adjustments and pin the hems. It was excruciating to stand there, still, while they pored over the details, but the results were always worth it. On special occasions, like Easter, we might wrap things up and go downtown afterwards to pick a pair of matching flats at Mr. Schreiber's shoe store. Those memories--long afternoons, hot sun, satin sashes, and crisp new dresses for the drawn-out Sunday services at First Baptist Church--are all so precious to me, and somehow they all seem to be wrapped up in these little dresses. They seem to confirm that my daughter is a treasured part of a tradition that she barely knows, so far.
|My grandmother holding my mother|
This is why handmade gifts are so special. Thank you, Mom.