For Dagny's second birthday in June, I was determined to buy her a closetful of at least one little black dress.
So I began clicking and faster than you can say Coco Chanel, I found the little-little black dress shop.
Booyah. I ordered two.
Dress one is sleeveless with an empire waist, tiered skirt, and a rosette at the shoulder. It is made of the tiniest baby-wale corduroy I've ever seen.
Erica promptly made a pearl necklace for Dagny to wear with the dress.
We popped the glamourous garment on our Dag and right away she knew it was special.
She didn't have to be told to pose.
Dagny is comfortable in front of the camera.
Even so, she surprised me that day.
Normally she's exceptionally buoyant and giddy.
But when she put on the LBD and was placed barefoot on an armless velvet loveseat, she began to emote.
As we moved her from one spot to another, she seemed to become more, rather than less, contemplative.
And although there was plenty of laughter throughout (as well as some frustration because I never feel I'm getting the shot I really want), I'll remember it as a shoot of Dagny being uncharacteristically serious.
Serious about wearing black? She must be my granddaughter. Work it, girl.
Because black dresses matter.
And that is all for now.