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  • hey there! my name is emily and this is my little blog. i am a professional photographer and i love capturing families. although i find myself updating this blog less and less (thanks to instagram!) i do occasionally use this space for personal updates. my photography portfolio and website can be viewed here. feel free to email me with any questions you might have! emilycorey@gmail.com

the life of a dress.

so many of lulu’s dresses were once worn by either me or my sisters. tons of them smocked by my mom. and some even smocked by my grandmother. i threw a dress on lulu this past friday. she has never worn it before. i noticed it had a button missing. for some reason it made me start to wonder about what sort of days had happened in this dress. what sort of joy was experienced or new adventures? i am pretty sure this was little annie’s dress (lulu’s cousin).  lulu and i went to duke gardens that day. she played. laughed. had a tantrum. fed the ducks. made a craft at the nature ranger station. i am sure annie laughed in the dress. played. had a tantrum. the memories building with each wear. how many memories can be stored in a simple article of clothing? it is sort of sweet to think about…

we had a nice weekend here. i am one slideshow away from being caught up. i am starting to get ready for the wedding this weekend. lulu and i head out wednesday or thursday for SC. dropping lu off at my parents for the weekend while i work. lulu is very excited about a visit to nana’s house. i am quite sure there will be no tears shed when i drive away.:)

Amanda - May 17, 2010 - 6:06 pm

The timing of this post is too funny. While I’ve been off work for the past couple of weeks, I decided to go through all of Poppy’s outgrown clothes and decide what to get rid of, etc. I can’t tell you how many times I had to call my mom, as I was sobbing about the memories that each piece of clothing held for me. Marc couldn’t understand why I couldn’t get rid of anything and with my teary eyes I would explain that “I couldn’t get rid of this dress because she was wearing this the first time we got ice cream from the ice cream truck!” Both my mom and Marc agree that my hormones may have had something to do with the drama of the situation, but I’m glad to hear you agree!

mom - May 17, 2010 - 6:32 pm

I usually remember who wore which dress and when it was worn but this one has me stumped! I do think it belonged to Annie, and if so, there probably was never a tantrum related to that dress. Lulu has a bit more spunk than Annie had at that age so the tantrums were saved for her. No buttons means a trip to Nana’s house is long overdue. Bring the dress home with Lulu and I will have needle, thread, and replacement buttons ready! Can’t wait to see you both. I love you so much, Mom

Nicki - May 17, 2010 - 6:49 pm

I have never thought about the life of a dress but I am totally in love with this concept now! It may just change the way I view what I dress Addy in. I love the thought of its past transgressions (good, bad and ugly).

emily - May 17, 2010 - 7:39 pm

i am so glad you ‘get’ this. it made total sense to me. but wasn’t sure if i could translate the thought through words:)

anne - May 17, 2010 - 8:22 pm

love these pics and the story and love big ann’s response :)

jess - May 17, 2010 - 8:27 pm

beautiful post. that second shot is breathtaking. i love it.

Jen - May 18, 2010 - 3:22 am

love this post. I think it could even apply to a little boy :) Like Amanda, I had the hardest time cleaning out Morgan’s closet in the past few months and found myself sobbing over a tiny little Ralph Lauren button down that he wore to his first Christmas Program at Daycare. I think belly baby might find herself wearing tons of Morgan’s clothes with a hair bow to make them “girly”.

ps–now I know where Lu got all of the incredible smocked dresses!

kerryanne - May 18, 2010 - 6:05 am


Good luck this weekend Emily! Can’t wait to hear about it.
My parents are arriving for 3 weeks today and yeah, I expect to be dust in the wind as soon as they touch down ;)

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