…I finally got around to doing something with my baptism dress. My grandmother crocheted it many, many, many years ago. Sometime in my 30’s she passed it on to me. I guess she thought I was mature enough to take care of it.
I had it in my cedar chest and it lay there undisturbed for, yes, many, many, many years. I took it to the framer six weeks ago and I just picked it up this morning. I asked him to frame it backwards so the buttons would show. They are not fancy or valuable, but my grandmother chose them and, well, they are very, very, very old.
I’m wearing the dress in the photo and I want you to pay particular attention to my bangs. We weren’t a wealthy family, especially back then and it was a big deal to have professional photos done. So on this most auspicious day, who cut my bangs just before we left for the studio? My dad! And who let him? My mom! I can laugh about it now. Actually I laughed about it my whole life, because back then I was too young to know how ridiculous I looked!