Ok, Ann Wilson is not really my baby, but I pretend that she is. Ann Wilson is 1 1/2 and she lives across the street. I have never had much interest in babies. I tend to gravitate to dogs, and cats. But then along came this little dear and she stole my heart. She is such a little girl, all in pink and a natural for accessories. But, at the same time, she is a nature girl. She loves rocks and sticks and dogs and cats! And there she is, across the street, toddling around for me to watch. I am in heaven.
Her mother asked me if I knew how to make pillowcase dresses. I, with no previous baby interest, had never even heard of these puffs of prettiness. But a few Google searches and off to the fabric store I went. I think the mom (Amanda) did not intend for me to just jump in and do this, but was simply curious that I might have the ability. Well, I was rendered helpless after the amazing fabric selection at my local fabric store. And the simplicity of these dresses, well what do you think?
This one is a tiny print of baby clothes. And then I had to use pink satin because Ann Wilson would want it that way.
This next one is my favorite. What a great print and the bias tape and checked ribbon made this dress too cute for words.
As luck would have it, I made the dresses and could hardly wait to take them over for my baby to wear. But suddenly those warm spring days disappeared and a cold and rainy spell socked in on Nashville for days. I wanted pictures of my baby in her dresses. I just had to be patient.
Ann Wilson has quite a vocabulary for such a little girl. Of course she does. She is MY BABY after all. When I presented the dresses to her she reached up with those little perfect little hands and said “Pretty Pretty!” Oh my heart melted right then and there.
Yesterday the sun came out and so did Ann Wilson in her new dresses.
She did make a break for it and decided to run away, but only to another house with lots of flowers and rocks that interested her. There was even a little stone fox that she had to go and kiss without any prompting. I missed that photo op but it is ingrained in my head forever.