The weekend of April 17, my husband and I flew down to VA to witness the Baptism of our newest grandchild, Princesa (or more accurately, not to witness it, per se, but to be in the vicinity when she received the sacrament--more on that later). Afterward, we left VA together and flew to Atlanta, where we parted ways; from there, he went on to NYC to fly an overseas trip and I hopped on a flight out to MI to visit with son #1 and his family for a few days. It had been five months since we'd seen his four little girls, when they came to our Oyster Haven lakeside home in upstate NY to spend Thanksgiving with us, and Grammy was having severe withdrawal symptoms. (Papa, too, but...you know, work. Work really gets in the way of life sometimes, doesn't it?)
And now we're back at Oyster Haven, trying to get some projects done so that it's ready for a June 1 opening on VRBO. It's a busy life!
Anyway, when I was packing for my sweet little granddaughter's Baptism, I chose a raspberry-colored sheath dress by Jones New York (via Dress Barn) to wear on her big day--because I thought I ought to wear some shade of pink...because she's a girl. I have this weird habit of feeling the need to wear occasion-appropriate colors for events. At Notre Dame, I always wear blue, gold, and Kelly green. For G-Man's pre-birth "gender reveal" party, I wore both blue and pink, because I didn't have a strong feeling about which color was hiding inside the cupcakes. And I also wore both of those colors for Ginger's baby shower, because she and son #2 had decided not to find out the sex of their firstborn baby ahead of time; I chose a navy blue Danny & Nicole dress and matching jacket, an old stand-by that I'd snagged at JC Penney years earlier for less than $20, and pinned a hot pink fabric flower on it. So, all (or should I say, both) bases were covered, you see.
|With Preciosa, Ginger, and Braveheart at Ginger's shower.|
|Here's the then father-to-be, now the doting father of |
a lookalike son (minus the facial hair) named Junior.
Okay, then: I had on my raspberry-colored sheath, as I said; but I decided I needed a touch of white in my outfit as well, since that's the color that symbolizes the pure, clean soul of the newly baptized. So over my sheath I wore an off-white lacy sweater (shrug?) from Dress Barn, one that I've had for years and can be worn over a thousand different dresses. Not that I have a thousand dresses, but it really could. I decided to close it in the front with a brooch, but you can't see it in the picture because it's obscured by the much prettier accessory I'm holding in my arms.
Her 18-month-old brother, G-Man, looked quite dapper as well. He had on a seersucker suit I'd made over 30 years ago, an outfit which his daddy had worn as a toddler. My daughter-in-law Preciosa dressed both of her men in navy blue-and-white striped seersucker for this special day, and they looked like two peas in a pod.
On to the church now. For her christening, Princesa wore the same gown that her big brother had worn, one that I made using some linen-'n-lace pillow shams that had belonged to my late mother-in-law. (I made Princesa a new more feminine-looking cap than G-Man's to wear with it.) She looked like a little angel from Heaven.
I don't know why I've been so very blessed--to have so many people in my life whom I love so much, and to have the opportunity to see them as often as I do, despite the distances that separate us. I'm pretty sure I don't deserve it. But boy, am I ever grateful.
|Son #3, Preciosa, Ginger, Son #2, Braveheart, Son #4 (the VA gang).|
That's it for the Pearl family fashion show. If you're interested in seeing other stylish peeps wearing their Sunday Best, head on over to Fine Linen and Purple.