When my children were younger, I loved to dress them in overalls. In summer, they were perfect without a t-shirt. In winter, they were perfect with a body suit. Until they reached the toilet training stage, when overalls and buckles could lead to an accident, this is how I loved to dress my babies. They are long past this stage, and I have this nostalgic feeling when I see a baby in overalls. Oh mummy moment!
I am not sure if my daughter knows of my secret clothing passion. While were out shopping recently, she saw a pair of denim overalls, and oohed and awed. I didn’t take too much convincing, and the overalls were added to the shopping basket with a pair for her sister.
The next day she wore them, and I loved how they looked like childhood on her. As fate would have it, her older sister asked if she could braid her hair. Usually her answer is no, but on this day she agreed. I could not miss this opportunity to capture this chapter of her childhood. I asked my other daughter to join us to take photos on an old bridge that I had recently discovered. She didn’t want to get changed, and I will admit to bribery in the form of ice-cream if she would change into her overalls, and brush her hair. Of course she agreed, and when we arrived at the old bridge both of my girls wondered how I find these secret locations. I smiled, and said that sometimes I take the long way home. Sometimes, I make time to see what is down the path. They smiled and said they where ready for that promised ice-cream. Oh, yes they never let me forget. Quickly, I returned to the real world and captured them exploring the bridge. It was a lovely winter’s afternoon, and that promised ice-cream was worth the price to tell this story.