It probably looks like it needs throwing away to you guys, but I wore this little dress when I was about a year old, and it is well worn. I feel very loved when I look at this little dress. It's about 58 years old and after I outgrew it mama put it in the cedar chest with some other baby dresses, which were a little fancier and more delicate, but this one is dearest to me. She gave them all to me a few months ago when she was cleaning out things. I only wish she had saved the ones she made for me.
My paternal grandmother, whom I adored, made this little dress, just for me, out of a cotton flour sack. I had many little flour sack dresses and diapers, but this is the only one I still have. It was made on her old treadle sewing machine, I'm sure without a pattern. Faded from the many times mama carried water, washed it on a rub board, and ironed it, it's now also yellowed with age, torn under both arms and has a few loose stitches from much wear. The little placket opening in the back never had a button and was held together with a safety pin.
It may not look like much to anyone else, but to me, it represents a lot of love. And, yes, I was a chubby baby. :)