When I was a girl we always got a new outfit for Easter. I remember well that early pleasure of a new fancy dress. The chiffon and delicate fabrics weren't the most practical choice for the picnics our Dad used to take us on after. What seemed like a fine and sunny day in town would have a different character in the breezy countryside. And I remember more than once shivering through the delights of an egg hunt and spring outing.
These days I find a lot of pleasure in dressing up the little girls in vintage white, and always hunt for bigger sizes now that they have grown. This, my most recent find, is about a size five. Still too small for the three tall eight-year-old grand-daughters to wear. But just right for the tiny ones to grow into.
We have our teas on the lawn. There's always a stash of sweaters to throw on in the changeable weather. Some of the little girls beg to play dress up, and others will pass. We dream of having a flowy tent with a pink stripe awning set up all summer. It's fun to be the biggest girl dreaming at the party!
Welcome to March!
Wishing you sweet dreams of spring!
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