Yesterday, I saw the cutest picture of my blogging friend Rosie's husband and young son sporting matching blue and white-striped seersucker suits for Easter (on her site, a blog for my mom). Seersucker suits with plaid bow ties. Priceless!
Then last night we face-timed (is that a verb yet?) with son #3 and his awesome girlfriend, and she pointed out the new blue and white-striped seersucker shorts he was wearing--fashion-forward shorts she'd talked him into buying, hoping they would be the gateway article of clothing that would one day lead to the purchase of a full-fledged seersucker suit, complete with a bow tie, as befits a proper Southern gentleman. (As she said this, my son just shook his head and grinned indulgently, with a look on his face that said, "That ain't gonna happen.")
All this talk of seersucker suits yesterday reminded me of the miniature one I made for my oldest son almost 29 years ago, with the intention that he would wear it for a family wedding that was going to take place a few months later. (This morning I went up to the attic and dug it out of a huge plastic bin filled with decades-old little boy clothes--which probably should have been dropped off at Goodwill at some point, if only I could bear to do it.)
I was just shy of three months pregnant at the time, and wearing a bridesmaid gown that was straining at the waistband--even though my mother-in-law, who'd sewn mine for me, had specially re-worked the non-maternity pattern to fit my expanding waistline. I didn't really look pregnant yet, just sort of dumpy. I was hot (and bothered), suffering from first-trimester queasiness, feeling distinctly unattractive...and so disappointed that I wasn't going to be able to show off my baby boy in exactly the manner I'd planned.
Had I not been so hormonal, I would have realized that even minus the jacket, he was one cute little wedding guest--as you can see (despite the graininess of this pre-digital age snapshot).
Luckily, however, I did go on to have more boys (four of them). And it just so happened that when his first Easter rolled around, son #3 was able to wear the seersucker suit to church. He was about 11 months old, but a good bit lankier in build than his older brother had been at about the same age, and the suit fit him like a glove. This time around, instead of a button-down shirt and bow tie, I paired it with a Peter Pan-collared shirt, knee socks, and blue and white saddle shoes--three clothing items that have been on my son's "fashion don'ts" list ever since. Oh my goodness, he was so adorable!
I am so enjoying visiting some new blogs I've found through the "What I Wore Sunday" link-up over at Fine Linen and Purple, and seeing all the cute young families...and the wee ones sporting their Sunday best...I always think, "If only I could have been a blogger way back when, and showed off my precious little boys in their church togs..."
Well, if I'd been a blogger when I was a young mom in the 80's (whose glasses were very big, while her boys were very small), linking up at FLAP to show what we wore Easter Sunday, I suppose my post would look something like this (from Easter 1987):