Photographs are for all sorts of reasons. This is Ditz at my mother's house, years back now, but it is still the epitome of Ditz: laid back, soaking in luxury, her eyes on her mama. Not all that much has changed. It is such a Ditz photo; one of my very favourites.
Liddy was a very different sort of a child: serious & intense. Not much has changed there either. It is all the unsaid things in this photo that are important. It was taken at a family wedding, with the whole clan abounding & everyone wanting to cuddle my adorable *porcelain doll* child, who was having none of it. What you can't see in this photo, though it is there if you know what to look for, is my mother's love & pride in her first grand~daughter. Liddy is named for her. It is scary how alike they are & the dress Liddy is wearing was made for her by her ma.
Now my mother is a seamstress extraordinaire. She is patient & painstaking & a real perfectionist & this dress is exquisite. There are eyelet ribbon inserts for the peach coloured ribbons & dainty ruffles & Liddy looked exquisite in it. It is one of the few dresses Liddy has ever worn & nearly all of them have been made by her ma, for Liddy, with love!
Actions speak louder than words. This was taken shortly after Ditz was born & Liddy learnt one lesson I never said a word about: a good mama puts all her offspring in bed with her & cuddles them to sleep. Isn't she adorable? What a good mama she will make!