Ms. Ashy pants turned 10 ten days ago. That’s practically 12. Then 18. Then 26. It seems like just last year I was telling Cody over breakfast that I thought the baby was coming that day and he assured me she wasn’t. I’m positive it was last summer that they announced over the golf course that Mr. Baxter needed to go home- his wife was having a baby. He barely made it. Well maybe not barely since she came 3 hours later but I was right and she came. That’s what counts when I tell the story.
We celebrated and I allowed her to get older again. I need to stop doing that.
I’m in a dress making mood lately so I let her go first since she was the birthday girl. She picked a really easy style and we got it done last week. She’s not fond of frilly gathered numbers anymore. A part of me cried when she stopped liking tutus and pink wasn’t her favorite color anymore. Then I realized how fun it is to sew more grown up styles in bold prints. Thank goodness she still likes bold. Can’t cut me off cold turkey!
I guess that happens when you get so old. You start wanting more grown up things to wear.
It’s just a simple cut around dress with a cinched up waist but to her it was the dress that made her feel 10. I get it. I’ll gladly support her new wardrobe choices as long as I get to keep making them and she still wants to wear them.
Love that Ashy girl.
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