When I was a little girl about 3, my mother sewed a red velvet dress for me. The velvet was so soft and I remember LOVING that dress. Well, I still have it. Cami tried it on this morning but didn't end up wearing it to church after all, which was okay with me since it's really getting quite fragile. Clare wore it for Christmas when she was 3. Therefore, I can officially say that this is a 3 generation dress. I don't know what I'll do with it other than take it out of my closet and look at it from time to time. It reminds me of my mom and if for no other purpose, I'll keep it for that reason. Yes, I am sentimental underneath all my brassiness.
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