So, before my mother cut me out of her life, she was kind enough to give me this dress that I’m wearing in this picture for my daughter to wear one day. It is a gorgeous dress, made of rayon and polyester I believe. Not very comfortable by the reaction of my daughter when I put it on her. My daughter, Dora, is quite petite, so even though I filled this dress out at twelve months old, my daughter still had some length to it at twenty months old. I took her to a park to attempt some nice, candid pictures of her in the dress. She cried a lot, because she didn’t like the dress, and she kept stepping onto bottom of it while pulling it up like she was Cinderella. I tried my best to get a couple good shots, but failed, as she was difficult to work with that day. It was on the warm side after a little while, so I was going to take her out the next day, with a new setting, I was thinking lots of flowers. But she fell and busted her lip on the couch the following afternoon. It is now summer and I just can’t torture her with wearing the dress. I can’t really take a picture inside because there are a billion distractions around here and it doesn’t make for the right environment. Sigh.
So these will have to do, unless she grows taller at a super slow rate and will fit into it in the fall. Either way, I am glad to have the pictures that I have, just because it is an heirloom, I really love the dress, and now, she can pass it onto her daughter one day (if she chooses to have children).
I think she has a real ethereal look to her, even though she isn’t the happiest she’s ever been in her life in these pictures. It’s all about the memories, right?