Elizabeth’s recent enthusiasm for Little House has coincided with the unearthing of one of my own childhood nightgowns (made by my mom or grandma when I was in the first throes of Little House passion). We’re reading about Laura and Mary and Baby Carrie every day (midway through Little House on the Prairie at the moment), and Elizabeth basks in the glory of her beloved pink flannel nightgown every night. She’s even insistent on changing into clothes before breakfast so that she doesn’t get any food on her nightgown. (I’d prefer the opposite–now she wears her breakfast for the rest of the day…) Inspired by last night’s chapters, she insisted on a snack of bread and butter before a long bedtime discussion of how closely our family resembles the Ingalls!
So cute!! I am sure the thought never crossed my mind when I made it that a granddaughter might wear it too!