Two days ago, I was (again) busy sorting out Noa’s stuff. I was a bit emotional because I felt like I was letting go of my “baby” by keeping her stuff in the huge plastic storage box that my husband bought before he flew back to work. In my head, Noa will never get to wear them again since they are already too small for her. Where did the time go? I have to face the fact that my baby is now a toddler. I still couldn’t let go.
While I was folding her small clothes and putting some of her shoes on the box for keeping, I came across a familiar little red dress.
This little sailor-inspired red dress has a tag from a U.S. clothing brand called “Wonderland.” I’m not very familiar with this brand, whether if it is still existing or not. Nevertheless, this present came from our family living in the United States.
I told you a while ago that this little red dress looks familiar. In fact, VERY FAMILIAR. And this little red dress is already 25 YEARS OLD! Yes, it’s VINTAGE. And that is me in the photo when I was about 2 years old.
This dress has been worn by ALL the girls in my family–my sister, my cousin, my nieces, even my nieces’ daughters. It came back to my possession during my 18th birthday and since that day, it has been my task to safe-keep it and eventually pass on to the next girl member of the family.
Good news is, after all these years, I already found the next little girl to wear my little red dress.
She’s also trying to wear the college mini-ring which my husband gave me about 4 years ago. Obviously, it still doesn’t fit her tiny fingers. Later on, that ring will also go to her along with the necklace which are all part of her Daddy’s college memorabilia.
I never thought that my own flesh and blood would be able to wear the exact same dress I wore 25 years ago. This dress could be even older than some of my mommy readers here. 🙂
I’m so happy that I was able to fulfill my purpose. Maybe this is the same feeling that Frodo Baggins had when he was able to successfully destroy the One Evil Ring in the fires of Mount Doom. I’m happy that after a long time, my own Little Daughter was able to wear my Little Red Dress.