a pinafore that I had cross stitched years ago for my daughter and had completely forgotten about. I suppose I had given it to my mom for her to store in her cedar chest or something. Anyway, like I said, I had completely forgotten about it; but immediately remembered it when I unearthed it going through things at my mom and dad’s house. I brought it home, gave it a gentle wash and iron and here it is:
Here’s a little more detail –
I’ll cross stitch Susannah’s name underneath her mama’s name to pass it down, then when it’s Harper’s turn, I’ll add her name, starting the tradition of handing it down through the baby girls in the family. Now, I have to come up with a tradition for the little boys who come along, all in the spirit of even handedness. Any ideas?
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. Bertrand Russell