On the Tenth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This image calls to mind so many of the things I loved about the Christmas gifts my mother chose for me during my teenage years. The dolls and bassinets had quietly slipped away, replaced by frilly nightgowns, small bottles of cologne, Yardley lipsticks, and softly scented bubble bath. My stocking held jewelry now — a charm or two meant for my silver bracelet — small, shining acknowledgments that life had changed, and with it, Christmas itself.
It was also a time when teens and in-betweens came down to Christmas morning wrapped in modest rose-sprigged quilted robes, slippers neatly on their feet. Even at early dawn, one was expected to be properly dressed in respectable nightclothes to open gifts with the family. Our model is beribboned here, and it appears she may have swiped on a touch of her Christmas lipstick before the photograph was taken — a small, telling gesture of becoming.
Do you remember when your presents under the Christmas tree reflected this important change too?
2 Comments
Tracy
Yes Donna I remember.
My mom was rhe best gift giver.
This was her ” love language “.
Christmas Eve was the gift giving time. Christmas morning just the two of us went to the basement fireplace for the stocking
goodies.
She got so much joy from watching my reactions.
I remember wearing my Lance tyrolean nightgown too. Warm and lovely all at once.
She transitioned my gifts so subtly, at just the right time, that I really didn’t recognize the change.
Looking back now that you show us, I understand.
A Lovely Inconsequence
Tracy, I ate this comment with a spoon! It was my mother’s love language too and I miss that. It is so true about the Lanz nightgowns! They were warm and they were lovely. God bless our moms.