With the house clean and the food mostly prepared (the Caesar salad would be thrown together while the Shepherd’s Pie is baking in the oven), I turned my attention to ironing the baptismal gown. I got this particular gown for my son’s baptism over two years ago and it had only been worn once after that, three months ago, by my goddaughter. I had spent a couple of days trying to get a some yellow spots out of the gown and finally succeeded with a bleach stick and a thorough washing. Now the cotton gown with pearl embellishments needed a good ironing. I am not a fan of ironing and only iron for special occasions. Luckily for me my sister, brother-in-law, and niece/goddaughter arrived after their ten hour drive to temporarily delay the odious task of ironing. After hugs were exchanged, I ironed the gown with relative ease (I have discovered that steam is the trick for stubborn cotton wrinkles thanks to my husband’s aunt and my crib skirt making adventures). Now that I had my daughter’s outfit layed out, I turned to dressing the rest of my family (my husband and son) and myself. Dressing the “boys” was a cinch since they have not grown much in the past few months. I, on the other hand, had recently gained and lost a significant amount of weight thanks to my pregnancy and daughter’s birth. Finding an outfit for myself at six weeks post partum was not the easiest task I had undertaken in the last couple of days. I knew that I wanted to wear my new heeled waterproof black suede boots that I finally purchased soon after my daughter was born (I had been looking for a pair of boots towards the end of my pregnancy to wear with my maternity skinny jeans and leggings). With the boots as my spring board, I chose a herringbone a-line skirt with black faux suede floral appliqué. I had my fingers crossed that I would be able to zip it up, but the skirt had a rather high waistline. I employed the help of my belly band and a long black cowl neck top and my outfit was complete (I am not much of an accessorize).
(To be continued …)