Back in the fall of 1985, with Christmas on the horizon, I made matching red corduroy rompers for my two wee sons to wear when we had our Christmas card photo taken at Sears. (Back then, if you wanted a "professional" photo shoot, you went to the studios at Sears or JC Penney; or if Olan Mills was in town and you could afford the exorbitant prices they charged, they were the best around.) Our boys were almost 2-and-1/2 and almost one that Christmas, but it was the first time I decided to send out photo Christmas cards.
To go with the rompers, I bought matching plaid round-collared shirts--which look so sweetly vintage now. Those two little guys looked adorable, they really did. I was very proud of that first card.
By the time son #4 was wearing one of the rompers, I had added little iron-on embroidery
wreaths to the button-on tabs on front. I had meant to have the tabs monogrammed originally,
but...four boys in four years.
I regret that I never got a picture of son #5 (who came along after a bit of a break) in this get-up. He was too big to wear the smaller one for his first Christmas, and then I forgot to dig these precious garments out for his second. Ah, well...
This past Thursday our 3-year-old grandson Junior had his pre-school Christmas show. And he was all dressed up in one of the beloved red rompers. Before it started, his dad (our second oldest) and his mom (our darling daughter-in-law Ginger) both warned us not to expect much. I think they had visions of him running off the stage, or perhaps bursting into tears.
Junior did not do either one of those things. But he didn't stand with his little classmates and sing, either. He got very, very shy, covered his eyes with his arm, and then sought comfort in his teacher's lap for the remainder of the program. It was actually quite adorable.
During the show, I was feeling very nostalgic, seeing his dad holding his one-year-old boy--who was wearing the very same outfit he had worn 33 years ago for our first Christmas card.
Junior was very happy back at home, after the show, when he didn't have to be on display anymore. Then suddenly, his little brother Jedi got camera-shy...
I don't know if I can adequately describe how touching it is to me to see these red rompers being worn again, by little boys who melt my heart the same way their daddy and his brothers did when they wore them.
I wish now that I'd made more matching rompers for my boys when they were little. (But I guess I didn't have the time back then...because four boys in four years--followed by a fifth.) Maybe it's better that I didn't, though, because these red Christmas ones would not be nearly as special to me if there were countless others like them.
But I will say that I am enjoying making matching rompers for son #2's boys now, because their mommy is a sucker for anything vintage-looking. And hopefully someday she will be able to see her own grandchildren wearing outfits that their great-grandmother made for their dads.