A Reason to Go to Church...or a Good Bar

My mom has made the most amazingly fancy baby clothes for the bug, and I wanted to share pictures of two of the dresses—the green and pink one just arrived yesterday, and I gather it's supposed to be a Christmas dress. These little numbers are almost enough to make me want to take the bug to church or something, show her off. Maybe she and I will both get dolled up to go out to the Transmetropolitan one day soon. Of course, Grandma says these could be worn out in the yard, or to Lowe's. The pictures are not good—it's a dark day here, and my hand is unsteady—but they might get the idea across.

This is a pale yellow cotton dress with white antique lace edging and hand smocking.

The smocking, in white thread, is in the shape of hearts.

This dress also uses antique laces.

More smocking!

My mom's also made smocked shoes (!) and two intricately smocked bonnets. And because I'd have had to iron it first I did not take a picture of the cutest outfit of all, a little blue sailor suit with vintage blue braid trim.

In other news, Wagner must've heard me talking on the phone the other day to my mom about my problems with the new Celeste fig tree, because the next time he escaped from our yard and went to the neighbors' house he brought back some work gloves, a trowel, and a full container of 10-15-10 fertilizer.