Yes, I am up and it is 1:13 am. Been getting things cleaned up around the house. My dad got up in their attic. He is in the process of cleaning it out now that they have a nice brand new storage building. Shoot a little insulation and dry wall and a person could live in that thing. It is probably bigger than some apartments on the north eastern seaboard.
So, what is it I am cleaning up? Well, first was a box of dolls. This box has My Friend Mandy doll, my Baby Thataway (spelling?), several other dolls, old paper dolls (yes, my Tender Loving Care baby paper dolls, Mrs Beasley paper doll, Gingham girls, etc.... WOW). I cleaned that up. Then on to the other box which contained all these baby clothes. At first I thought they were clothes that I bought at garage sales when I was between 6-9. Yes I went to garage sales in the neighborhood and bought baby clothes for my baby dolls. But that is not what was in there, well, not completely. Here is what I found--you will have to excuse the wrinkles, but there was no time for hand washing and steaming
First, above is a pink little dress my Grandmother hand sewed for me. You cannot see it, but there is even a hand sewn slip underneath.
Second, red swiss dot dress my mother sewed for me as a baby.
Next up we have a pink swiss dot number with pink flowers and a detachable pink velvet bow, sewn by my mother.
This was the dress my mother made for my second birthday -- a little blue swiss dot dress. We have pictures of me somewhere in this little dress. Boy it is so hard to imagine ever being that small!
Now this is my favorite dress. The pink swiss dot, white swiss dot peter pan collar, the 4 little heart buttons. My mother made this too. We cannot remember what event she made this for, but I definitely do not remember any pictures with me in this dress.
I really wish we had remember these when Emma was born. I would have loved to of had pictures in all of these. I do have pictures of her in my little Bryan dresses and the pictures they took of her in the hospital is of her in the dress my parents brought me home in when they adopted me. So, I guess I do have pictures of her in some of my dresses.
I wonder, do grown up girls look just as cute in swiss dot? Hmmmm