Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Heirloom Baptismal Gown - HELP

Way back when J and I first got married, J's Papa asked me to wear his wife's wedding dress for our ceremony.  Granny had died several years before and Papa with tears in his eyes pleaded with me to wear her dress so that she could be a part of the day.  As much as I would have liked to have worn the dress I couldn't.  It had not been kept air tight so the maternal was aging.  Granny was a size 2 at her wedding, I don't think I ever wore that size.  I didn't want to hurt Papa.  My mother-in-law came to the rescue with a wonderful idea.  Nanny took the dress to a seamstress that was able to cut and save portions of the dress to form a small version to be used as a baptismal gown.   

My pictures do not do this dress justice.  The seamstress used the original buttons, lace and fabric and created a beautiful copy of the wedding dress that is perfect for a baptism and holds so much sentimental value.
 The material is around 90 years old and needs a soft cleaning before being used again.   That isn't my issue.  The dress was made for Pooker but we have used it for all of our daughters.  Each one has looked beautiful in this gown.  The boys each wore the baptismal suit that J wore.

Even The Slip is gorgeous.  The material was an off white and is now yellowing, but that doesn't bother us as it brings J's Granny and Papa into the spiritual celebration of baptism with each daughter.
This time I had to have twin girls;  one dress, two girls.  That is my dilemma.   Pooker would like us to use the dress but change the girls so each one is baptized in the dress.  I tried to explain that each part of the baptism will happen for each girl within minutes.  I don't intend to have two naked babies and move one dress back and forth over and over again.  I suggested getting something new and that was greeted with protest as well.

OK my dear wise blog friends, what are your thoughts????

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