Isn’t wasn’t till we got home from a long, relaxing afternoon at my in-laws Easter Sunday…
(and Jesse exclaimed “Me like being home – home is such a sweet place!“)
…that I realized where the inspiration for Claire’s Easter dress came from.
Purple. Puffed sleeves. Full skirt. Darker trim. These are the dresses my grandmother made for my cousins and my sister and I for our aunt’s wedding back in 1990. That’s me, age 8 and my younger sister, Anja, in the middle (she was two, and that’s how she smiled at that stage in her life.☺). I loved my dress (which also had a wide sash of dark purple tied in a bow in back) and wore it as much as I could until I outgrew it.
Getting Claire to pose for a photo is a real challenge right now. Mostly ’cause she wants so badly to be on the other side of the camera to see the photo in review (“Iwannaseeeee, Mamma! Iwannaseeee!”)
Aunt Elise helped me wrangle her in place while my Bro-in-law shot these photos for us.
She may be in the picture, but she refused to pose for the camera here.
And here.☺ Oh well! You can see the dress – it is a vintage 19-oh, 50’s? pattern a friend loaned me. Very much like what my grandma would have made for my own mother for Easter, I imagine. It was simply lovely putting together (love those old patterns) and even sweeter watching Claire run around (and around, and around) in it on Sunday.