i squished her tiny baby body into the most adult-looking things—button down shirts and jeans for crying out loud and even spent $20 on the tiniest pair of shoes that fit her 2 week old feet. because a 2 week old baby, in june, definitely needs shoes.
poor harrison was in a tiny tie at two weeks, and ava—oh ava. casted on her right leg from thigh to toes, i still put a SHOE on her left foot a couple of times. until i got sick of people stopping me in the store to tell me i’d lost the other shoe.
i thought it was SO CUTE.
4 kids and 12 years later i’d like to think that my sensibilities have become more…err..sensible. i roll my eyes so hard at the 20 year old me, and i’ve finally realized that babies and toddlers just want to be comfortable and GASP! look just as adorable in loose cotton onesies and bare piggy toes. gigi and elliot were the beneficiaries of their older siblings’ sufferings. (sorry guys. it’s the truth.) it’s comfy one pieces and jeggings around here now—no jeans that dig into their fat roly-poly baby bellys. bare feet until they need shoes, and a blessing on whomever invented the tights with printed-on shoes for little girls.
in this vein i’ve discovered a new love—the overall. it started with the whale print jumper i did for elliot, and then i saw a pair of ridiculously cute overalls worn by little miss nella of enjoying the small things and i COULDN’T GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD.
so i finally—stubbornly—worked out my own pattern for a similar pair. it took three muslins and numerous fittings sponsored by fruit snacks and cheese sticks to get the major bugs worked out but in the end i have an overall pattern i stinkin’ love. (and if you follow me on instagram you got a play by play)
i did the final product in a soft camel colored corduroy, lined with this adorable “little apples” moda print and topped with two wooden buttons.
these also got a big pocket on the front for holding her treasures and red contrast stitching.
i love that the ruffle on the shoulders makes them girly without being too chi-chi…if that even makes sense. which i’m not sure it does but read the sentence out loud and maybe you’ll understand what i’m trying to say.
this is called “haha i’m running away, and trying to close the door on you.”
they’re so comfy on her that it took three tries and close to an hour to get a handful of usable photos. she’s wiggling and climbing and moving non-stop, which may be because she’s 18 months old (whaaaa. when did that happen?) but i’d like to think it’s because finally, FINALLY i’ve learned how to dress my baby.
and this one is called “why yes, i do think my life depends on my not making eye contact with you. thankyouverymuch.”