The other day my daughter was setting up photos for our Elf shelves and nursery items.
She asked about her nursery pillow. She still yearns for the shell pink rectangle, its back view of a tiny taupe bunny with his appliqué tail, a gift from her aunt Pandy.
Sadly, it was loved to death. Washed and hung out to dry beyond what that fine Feltman Brother’s cotton could bear.
We have her other "firsts". Her first blanket, pink and white knitted by her great grandmother Brewster. Her first sweater made by her grandmother and her first stuffed elephant.
The earlier blankets which every grand and great grand baby got from Great Grandma Brewster were of wool and grew a bit smaller and smaller over time.
Marietta’s is good as new today because her great grandmother switched to synthetic. I cringed at the change at the time, but her blanket is here to tout the properties!
I was sure my son was going to be a girl (even though the pendulum said boy..) I kept visualizing I would give birth to my first doll, Baby Jane.
Herm, Holland’s blanket was white with a pale orchid border and small forget me nots in the corners.
My mother knit him a pink sweater and pointy hat. He found out early that he looked great in pink and wore it often!
Marietta's white blanket had a pink harlequin border, her sweater was a creamy cable knit.
Those blankets and sweaters got used every day by my capricorn and aquarius winter babies brought home to an 1800 farmhouse heated with wood.
Talk about first gifts that withstand the test of time: Three generations of Steiff my mother's bear, my lamb, Herm's bunny and Mer's elephant!