When we first found out we were having a girl, one of the first things I thought was, “she can wear THE DRESS for her first Christmas!”
{THE DRESS.}
It’s a lovely dark green velvet dress that I also wore for my very first Christmas 29 years ago. Meaning, it’s old vintage—which is all the rage nowadays.
I was a June baby—so a month older than she was at Christmas—but since she’s bigger than I was at her age, it fit wonderfully. Have you seen her super chunky thighs and monstrous cheeks?
And the best thing about it is that my mom made it with her own two hands (and probably some help from a sewing machine). I’m actually surprised that it has survived all these years after having been worn by many of my dolls, but it’s in pretty great condition.
I felt so honored to be able to pass this dress down to my own daughter, and the look on my parents’ faces when we Skyped with them was awesome. Noone cried though, which is what I was really shooting for.
Mom says she looks different than I did, so I’m waiting to get photographic evidence to compare side by side.
Maybe she can pass it on to her own daughter someday. Many many many many years from now.
