Wanna see how cute I was?
Okay... now stop looking at my big brother... yeah, yeah, he's cute, too, and look at me.
Cute, right. Look at my little gloves. gasp. my little hat. my little red bow. I love this picture and I love this outfit and my Mom made it for me!
I don't have many things from when I was a kid. Dad was in the army, we moved a lot and Mom was very generous and passed a bunch of clothes down to other kids, but this one made it. I pulled it out of my hope chest the other day and look:
Isn't she adorable!!!
It probably would've fit better last year. It's slightly short in the arms and the length of the dress, but I love it on her.
I love it on her so much. I love this outfit with the big collar and red trim.
The waistline on the dress, the pleats,
her little red shoes
She's so adorable in this.
I'm so glad I have it.
I'm so glad my Mom made it for me.
It's still bringing me joy.
That's the awesomeness of sewing... isn't it?