Baby clothes

Some days are just that little more poignant than others, don’t you think? It is a perfect May Day with a radiant blue sky and a few puffy cotton wool clouds on the horizon. It is also a perfect day for sorting out the sewing boxes.

When I came across the 1950’s pattern my mother had given me, I felt sad. She would have loved to have seen her granddaughters all grown up and enjoying their lives. I dug out the little baby gowns she had made when my daughters were born and traced her delicate embroidery and smiled at the memory of her sitting at her tiny black Singer sewing machine, crafting these with love.