Not too long ago my mom pulled an old box from the attic labeled “baby clothes.” We opened it, not knowing exactly what we would find, and were thrilled to discover a collection of baby clothes that would make any vintage junky insane with desire. Inside the box were dozens of baby clothes, hand-made by my grandmother almost thirty years ago.
We lovingly pulled each piece from the box one by one, remembering. “I know this one from baby pictures!” “This is Kyle’s balloon shirt!” “Caila, do you remember this one? It’s the dress you wore when you sang ‘In the Neighborhood’ and tossed your skirt up over your head!”
The truly amazing discovery was how well the clothing had lasted. It’s in absolutely perfect condition. I don’t know how they laundered children’s clothing back then, but my kids’ clothes do not look that good after even a few months. And here we are thirty years later: me, staring at my baby clothes and wondering why they haven’t aged one bit while I’m nearing my 30th birthday!
In case you don’t believe me, take a look at the picture above. This is of me wearing a red dress my grandmother made when I was approximately one year old. The picture to the right is my daughter, Abby, in the same dress on Valentine’s Day of this year. Pretty cool, huh? 🙂
This may not seem like an important incident to you, but it was enormous to me. I spend tons of time–hours and hours and hours–making my own children handmade clothing. I care about it. I put money into it. It matters to me.
Finding those baby clothes was like a wonderful confirmation of my gift. The clothes I make for my children could last a long time.
I might even see my grandchildren in them!
|Right and Left: Abby in 2011
Center: Caila in 1982