Dresses and Quilts

My girl wore a dress to school today and looked absolutely beautiful. I couldn't help but admire her and then after thinking about it for a few minutes, I thought, Hey, that's my dress.

And it looked so much better on her. Things sure have changed.

I've got a cedar chest full of her frilly little dresses that she had as a new baby. By that stack, there are several my grandma made for her; some have bonnets to match, a few have aprons. Then there are the ones my mom made her. Now those are the fancy ones. I have never known a better seamstress than my mom. The clothes she can make would rival anything you could find in any store, at least in my opinion. It's just too bad that gene skipped me.

I wonder sometimes what we will do with all those dresses. Mom has talked about making all of them into a quilt, especially the ones Grandma made. I love that idea, but my oh my, do we ever have a lot of quilts! From where I sit, I can see one that Mom and Grandma worked on (a lot of embroidery!), one Grandma made for our wedding, and the last one she gave me before she went home with the Lord. In our attic there are at least four that I can think of... one for each of the kids and another her and Mom worked on (more embroidery).

Here we go again. My grandma is everywhere I look. Her face is to my left smiling at me now.

Good morning, Grandma. How's that heavenly garden working out?

And with that, I'm gonna quit. I've got too much to work on today and it is much too gloomy out to take a trip down memory lane. The memories are good, but I've got a feeling that any more talk about dresses, quilts, or gardening will suck me in and not let me go for a while.

And the last thing that little old lady would want is to witness a pity party. She's too happy anyway. Her girl went to school in a dress today, swinging that hair and talking nonstop.

Things are just as they should be.