our Emma Anne...
a girl after her grandma's heart...blue jeans and red boots....and her favorite pretty dress to top the ensemble off...
..makes sense to me...
I remember another little girl who wore pretty little dresses that her momma made for her to wear to school...so much time & love went into those dresses...full gathered skirts that twirled when you twirled, crinolines that had a delicious crackle & bounced when she ran...puffed sleeves and always... always a big sash with a huge bow tied in the back...sweet little ruffled stockings and patent leather mary janes...
the little girl loved the pretty dresses, but oh, she longed to run and play...hanging from the monkey bars and sliding down the slide...out doing any of those ol' boys...
but, try as she might to stay tidy, those pretty dresses were in shambles by the end of the school day.
I would ride the bus home...my knees scraped, my hem sagging & my sash stapled back on by my 1st grade teacher, Miss Little, who didn't know how to sew a stitch...they wouldn't have lasted anyway.
yes, a girl after my own heart...