I completely agree with penni, Steven. That is the most loving of acts. I still remember the favorite, most magical dress of my childhood, and I was only a year or two older than Jenny when my grandmother sent it to me. It was pale peach, a very fine, almost diaphanous cotton, with a small floral embroidery of cream and brown and green on the bodice, and beautiful in spite of a deplorable absence of sequins and lace. It's magnificence lay in the fullness of its skirt. The skirt was VERY full, fuller even than was needed for the perfect twirl. It was a wrap-around skirt so I could reach back for the edges of the opening and raise the skirt out like angel-wings, into a full circle, and still there was excess material in the skirt. I had to keep my backside facing away from the audience when I did this trick.
Steven, save that dress when she's grown out of it, or worn it to a frothy rag! I mean it. Just stick it in a jiffy bag with "Jenny's Barbie dress, 2000-- SAVE" and put it on a shelf. And you won't remember to do this, but if you save this post of yours, and when the dress is defunct, print it out and save that, too, in the bag, you'll have a very nice present for her one day.
You are SUCH a good, dear papa! |
