Rafe's gown was an old, Chinese table-cloth. I had to cut around a number of embroidered dragons. I like dragons and all, but they didn't seem quite baptismal, somehow.
The handwork is exquisite (the original artist's, that is....my tailoring happened after midnight with crossed eyes and a seam-ripper between my teeth.)
The sheen and drape is beautiful, though by the time I got to the photo-shoot it had gotten rather rumpled. It wasn't intended to be ahem crawled in!
And anyway, Rafe, who said you could start moving around on your tummy? I didn't give you permission to grow! Haven't you been listening to anything I say? I said stay a baby!