By now it
should be no surprise that I am a colossal gull for anything bearing even an
iota of sentimental potential. Fashion comparisons top the list of such maudlin
adorations, and this one is, well, just adorable.
Southern born
and raised I am not, though I like to fantasize in this false reality for the
sake of delicacies such as sweet tea, plantation porches, delectable
cheesecakes, monograms, and the penultimate - smocking.
I stocked up
on smocked Christmas outfits last year for Scout with every intention of using
them every consecutive year that I could squeeze her in them. This year did not
disappoint, and I love the juxtaposition of the baby and the toddler wearing
the same darling smocked outfit. Next year if she can’t pull it off again, I
have the satisfaction of knowing her sister can wear it for yet another
indulgence of my saccharine self.
Scout at 10 months old
Scout at 22 months old
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