Sunday, August 11, 2013

Expectations, reality, family, immortality, and a 117 year old christening gown.

In the weeks before I had Luke, Nana Dee Dee mailed me our family's christening gown.

If you read this blog regularly, you know that Nana is a big deal around here. I adore my grandmother. She's a funny, clever night owl who spends her time reading paperback mysteries and listening to her favorite sports teams on the radio. (She's particularly fond of the Red Sox). We share a love of history and family traditions, and the two of us enjoy talking over the various artifacts our relatives have left behind. My great-great Aunt Gertrude's horn rimmed glasses, Nana Irene's china cat with a nodding head, my late Uncle Matthew's sheet music... Nana and I both cherish objects from the past and the memories they carry with them.

So, you can imagine how I feel about our family's christening gown. My great-great Nana Sarah and Papa Diggles (Irene and Gertrude's parents) purchased it for their first child, my great-great Uncle Edward Diggles (I swear to God I'm not making up that name) in 1896. Since then, 38 babies have worn it, making Luke the 39th. Nana Irene was the 2nd baby to wear it, Nana Dee Dee was the 7th, Mom the 8th, and I was the 31st.

I eagerly awaited its arrival in the post. I had seen it once as a small child when my cousin wore it, but since then it had existed for me only as a story kept in a blue box on a shelf.

Opening the box and untying the ribbon, I was amazed at what beautiful condition the gown was in. 117 years old; it's survived twenty presidents, two world wars, and the invention of planes, cars, radio, television, and computers. It was 73 years old when man walked on the Moon and 99 years old when the Internet was commercialized.

And yet, the gown was snowy white and still soft. The only discoloration was slight, and from generations of infants drooling on the collar and sticking the cuffs in their mouths. The lace was intact, the seams were delicate but tenderly cared for. Here and there a hand stitch told the forgotten story of a new mother tearing a sleeve in her haste to dress a babe. Over the decades it has been carefully guarded from light, water, and smoke. Handwritten directions on how to clean it were in the box, along with a spare length of matching lace for mending. And beneath the care instructions, a list on notebook paper of all the children who had worn it since 1896.

The gown arrives, carefully wrapped in its blue box.

The list of my Nana, Mom, uncles, and cousins who have all worn the gown.

A photo of myself wearing it in 1982, with my parents Candy and Danny,
 and my godparents Aunt Donna and Uncle Ed.

Luke was born, and circumstances kept us from bringing him home to Rhode Island for a christening. As time rolled by, I feared he would soon outgrow the gown and miss out on this tradition. And so last month Ryan and I dressed Luke in the gown and took portraits.

This is the serene, enchanting vision I presented on Facebook for our friends and family.

You would have thought I photographed him in a m--f--ing fairy tale.

This is what actually happened.

Who knew 15 pounds of natural fabrics and centuries old lace
could be this much fun?

To be fair, it was a perfect storm. We waited until the baby was one overnight growth spurt away from needing us to tie the gown to him with a bungee cord. Seattle is experiencing an uncharacteristically humid summer. And Luke started the afternoon strong by flat out refusing to nap.

This is how happy he was in just a diaper. It was all downhill from there.

I gained a new appreciation for Victorian mothers and all the buttons they had to find.

Ridiculously, I had decided that Ryan and I should get dressed up to could take a few nice family photos. This is the closest we got:


We gave up two shots in, realizing we just needed to cut our losses and catch as many photos of Luke as quickly as we could. We laid out a soft blanket and a pillow from my studio and clicked the camera and our phones nonstop for a few minutes.


Soon Luke calmed down. Resting on the blanket and pillow, his tears subsided and were instead replaced with contempt-filled glares.

Baby's First Betrayal

What the shot looked like beyond the blanket.

Puck stopped by. He was not spared Luke's loathing.

Thankfully, it didn't take him too long to mellow out....

In the end, the afternoon photo shoot of wholesome traditions and family portraits I planned turned into 5-7 minutes of blindly snapping shots to be picked over later.

You can definitely still see the hints of his mood that day, but we did manage to get a few nice frames of Luke in the family christening gown. Nice enough to share with Nana and to mark the gown's place in this century.

I have to credit my Dad here, for teaching me about curves and levels in Photoshop when I was in middle school. Thanks, Dad! That's how I was able to give the photos that soft light/fairy tale steez, which works well to disguise the fact that they were taken on an old blanket from college in our spare room.

This is probably my favorite shot of Luke in the gown.

Beautiful angry baby.

What a sweetheart. Maybe he won't stick me in a nursing home for this after all.

Lovely baby.

Lovely angry baby.

When I see this gown, there is a love of family and traditions that I want to impart to Luke. The fabric of people and memories immediately connect him to his great, great grandmother, for the simple fact that she wore it too. And to her mother, for buying a gown her great, great, great grandson would hate a little over a century later. I find it all beautiful, these echoes of afternoons not really so far apart; when Nana Sarah opened this blue box and Nana Irene untied the ribbon and Nana Dee Dee took out the gown and Mom pulled it over my head and I lead Luke's hands through the sleeves.

As Luke grows up, I can show him these pictures and say, "Your Nana Irene and Great Uncle Matthew wore this gown once. They were remarkable people...". And spend some time sharing great stories of them with him. Faith in knowing they would have loved him. Passing on their love for him, even when they're not here right now to show it themselves. I want to find ways to teach him that because he lives, these people live on in his eyes, his smile, and the choices he makes after listening to their stories. That's my favorite kind of immortality. The traits and spirit we carry inherited from people we may never have met, but who shared so much in common with us.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

3 new paintings!

Happy August, everyone! Another blog post, another promise to blog more... Hey, I do what I can since becoming a Mom three months ago. Since my last entry I have finished three paintings. Two more for my "Alphabet Animals" series, (which is currently stalled at "D") and one new Adventure Time painting. 

D is for deer in a dress with a doll.

C is for cat in a cape. (Based on our cat Elvis).

Sketch for D

Sketch for C

Hopefully by my next entry, I'll have E-G finished. All of the letters are planned out, with some rough sketches. An elephant is up to the plate, with a fox and giraffe are on deck! I will be listing C and D in the shop sometime in the next week or so.

My Adventure Time mania continues! Here's the progression of a painting featuring Lady Rainicorn and Princess Bubblegum chilling with Peppermint Butler and Science the candy corn rat.


First washes

A photo of the finished painting.

You can see the entire piece here, in print form!

Next up, Lumpy Space Princess!

Full-time Mommyhood restricts my painting and sketching to nap times, and so I have been progressing slowly the last few months. (Not that I'm complaining, I absolutely LOVE being a Mom :) ) Last week Ryan offered to care for Luke solo for one hour a day and one evening a week, so I could have a little more certainty to my work time. Ryan already helps to take care of Luke throughout the afternoons and evenings, but some concentrated art time is really exciting! I am hoping to get back into the swing of things (though, mostly likely still a slower swing) soon with some new illustrations for the shop.

And I have some exciting news to share. My friend Amy and I are putting together a horror anthology with some of our writer/illustrator friends! I've got two months to create some artwork for the project, so expect some spooky painting posts just in time for Halloween!