Everly Jane Is Growing Up

Our youngest great-grandchild was a month old the last time we saw her. So when grandson Devin said they would like to come down to see us this weekend, I was happily surprised.

I had seen photos and videos of her online, but that's not the same as seeing her in person. 

What a cute, happy little girl she is.

So much personality.

Me, grandson Devin, his wife Jessica and Everly.

The little ones grow and change so fast. I can't play with them as I did with my grandchildren, but I do love being around the great-grands.

This picture was going to be the "meeting of the minds" -  Everly and great-grandpa Bud with the two of them looking at each other and touching foreheads, but I didn't take the photo fast enough. 

While we were eating lunch, Everly crawled under the table.

It was something of a full circle moment for me. I remember playing under Grandpa & Grandma Lynam's table when I was about five or six. 

More than three-quarters of a century later, there was another little girl doing the same thing under the same table.

Youngest grandchild and youngest great-grandchild.  It was so nice to spend time with them. 

The Last of the Peasant Skirts

I missed out on the hippie peasant skirts during the 1960's (though I did wear bell-bottomed jeans) - instead I went all in on mini skirts.

I had a 3 pc. suit like this one - only mine was sunshine yellow. The first time I wore it to work Mom saw me walking toward the post office. She was appalled by the shortness of the skirt - then doubly dismayed when she realized it was her daughter wearing it. 

But I loved that suit as well as all my other mini skirts. Twenty some years later and the skirt lengths had moved to below the knee - more mid-calf and longer. I liked those lengths, too. Perhaps because I was older, but the long skirts really were my all time favorites. So much so that you can still find several of them hanging in my closet - though I seldom wear them. 

Denim was my favored fabric. I had a denim dress and several denim skirts. Yep, they're still in my closet too. The nostalgia for those times keep me from donating them.

Then there were my peasant skirts. I had so many of them - all prints except for two single color - one black and one bottle green. I liked their softness and the swishy feel of them. They were casual and laid back. Those I have donated, except for this one.  Other than to a wedding or two, I only wear slacks or jeans now, keeping a few skirts just in case.

The last time I wore my peasant skirt was to Xmas in July in 2018. Almost all my children, spouses, grandchildren and great-grandchildren were there. We had a great time.

Here I am pictured with my step-son's partner, Juliet, and my daughter Kari.

There was one final family Christmas in July the following year - a pool party at Grandaughter Katrina's. 

Then Covid changed everything.