There’s a very sweet little pink dress that has been in my family for years. Soon it’ll be time for Gretchen to try it on.
See the blonde gal in the larger frame? That’d be yours truly at about age two. In the smaller photo? My grandmother. For some reason, the dress went missing during my own mother’s childhood, and so she was never photographed in it — but my little Fawn will carry on the tradition.
The material has the finest, most precious feeling, gauze-like quality to it. The embroidered details are absolutely beautiful and it’s in glorious condition. It’s originally from Germany, as is my family.
Much like our last name, this dress has been passed down in a matriarchal fashion an so it will continue. I cannot wait to see my little girl in this outfit, just like her mama and great-grandmother before her.
Family traditions make me smile a great deal. In our tiny clan it’s wonderful to be able to count on something so simple and lovely. I’m grateful to my grandmother who kept such great care of this outfit and was able to pull it out at a moment’s notice when I inquired.
And I promise to share photos after Gretchen’s photo shoot, of course. I sense a future edition of Small Style in the making.
Please tell me, mes amis, are you carrying on any family traditions? What makes them important to you? I’d love to hear.
PS. Happy Family Day to those celebrating!