When I was expecting my first child, my Belle Mere (Mother in law,) gave me a dozen, antique, pristine, hand-made, white cotton chemises for the baby-to-be.
I was thrilled.
I folded and refolded, those little pristine cotton chemises, over and over during those nine months. I stacked them in the armoire, and imagined how darling my little baby was going to look in those sweet things.
When Chelsea was born she weighed ten pounds. Oh those pinch-able plump cheeks! Those rolls that looked as if someone had tied silk threads along her arms and legs. Those ten pounds that would-not-could-not fit into those antique, pristine, hand-made, white cotton chemises, that my Belle Mere had handed down. Try as I may I could not stuff my baby into them. Maybe that is why they looked brand new…no baby had ever worn them.
Photo: French antique baby clothes.
Note: Chelsea received her BAC with honors yesterday. I am pinching her cheeks and doing a happy dance.
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