Monday Memories.

The difficulty with marriage is that we fall in love with a personality, but must live with a character. ~Peter Devries

I used to own a skirt. I even wore it once ~ to a cousin's wedding. It was some wedding but what I chiefly remember it for is Liddy.

Liddy was about 18 months or so, give or take. My memory of numbers is never particularly reliable. Liddy's Ma [my mother] is something of a seamstress & she had made the most adorable dress for her first grand~daughter. It was unbleached cotton with a little ruffle at the hem & sweet peach coloured ribbon threads. Liddy looked absolutely adorable in it; just like a little porclein doll.

My family is baby obsessive. Everyone adores babies. Hugs & kisses are par for the course & people are liable to say things like, "Oooh, I could just gobble you right up," but even as a very small child Liddy had a mind of her own & being gobbled up by these unknown relatives was not on Liddy's agenda. Liddy was very much her own person & very definitely her mummy's girl.

All day stray relatives would swoop Liddy up exclaiming, "Aren't you adorable!" Followed by an ear~piercing shriek as Liddy demanded to be put down & bolted for mummy. She was prepared to be adored from afar but worshippers were required to keep their distance because being petted & patted was undignified. Liddy wouldn't let anyone near her but her beloved mummy.

This is the same child who would have nothing to do with her own father until after she turned 3 & distressed him no end by weeping copiously when he attempted to nibble her toes. Poor man exclaimed in bewilderment, " Boy, girls really are different to boys, aren't they!" So pleased he noticed!