I remember a lil dress my mom showed me. She said, she stitched it, when I was inside her womb. She had been eagerly waiting for a girl child. The first 3 had been boys, and she wanted a girl badly. My birth had been magical. Dad named me before my birth. I was a promise from God, that Indians would follow Christ. Isaiah 62:4.
He even went to the extent of annoucing the birth, when I was just 2 mths inside my mom. No one knew, mom was pregnant, and it was so embarrasing for mom, for dad announced it to a crowd of hundreds - an annual meeting at his workplace and moreover Mom was 40 then. She was too old to be pregnant.. I can imagine how it would have been.
But she loved me.. she trusted that it was girl, just like my dad and she made me a pretty embroidered skirt, which I still have and have worn it on my doll :)
Well, I wanted to try one for my baby. My mom would be pleased. Mom's best friend, she is 80 yrs old, has sent today a parcel of handstictched clothes for my baby. It was such a beautiful surprise. What my mom would have done, she had done. She even left some paints and threads so that I can try my own. and by am I excited! This is so interesting!