I went shopping with my daughter the other day. We were looking for Easter dresses. It’s a tradition. Every year at this time we must head out into the great encapsulated clothes barn, often called the mall, and search for a poofy, frilly, lacy, girly, type outfit that will satisfy the early spring, budding fantasies of a world where girls are feminine princesses that spin and twirl.
But only in the gentler, slow-talking south do they cling to such formality – that and the wearing of bonnets. The south obviously has stronger ties to the reign of tyranny from the days when the King of England ran roughshod over our colonies with his men in scarlet broadcloth. Southerners still look to the Queen in her gloves and hat as the perfect example of all that is proper. Up north in Minnesota we look to see what the purple Princeis wearing. He’s pretty frilly too.

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I’m already missing my gloves… |
Aww, memories… it’s what makes tradition repeatable.
cute!
Your blog certainly brought back a lot of memories to me. When I was a little girl living in California back in the 50’s, Easter was a very special time. That was the day my mother took me to church in my fancy dress, hat, shoes and yes those lovely white gloves. My sister was like you. Mom would start her out looking as cute as a doll but within an hour my sister would have pulled or tore the dress off because the lace itched and shed her shoes because she didn’t like wearing them. She was all for comfort.
My children were treated the same way, minus the gloves. I had the prettiest little girl and a very handsome son, and then they grew up.
Now there is no special clothes for my grandchildren, just nice Sunday clothes if they go to church. I think the tradition as far as my family goes has been lost to time. It is a shame.
I got to get dressed up in matching dresses only diff colors from my 3 sisters! It was always so much fun! NOT! but that didnt keep me from dressing my 2 girls alike also! Oh bring back the days of my babies!!!!