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Strangely, there is nothing in her absurd wardrobe that doesn't make her recoil with fear and resistance. She will, however, eagerly wear a one-piece sleeper called a Snugabye. At first, the Snugabye looks clever on her. People wonder if she just awakened from a nap or, is she perhaps not feeling well? For the first few months, the Snugabye is in ethical condition. Its uniquely designed feet neatly fold over her petite toes and she happily pads about, oblivious to the oddity of wearing pajamas in obvious. Since she will not wear shoes or boots, she must, for safety reasons, be transported in a stroller. Sporadically she becomes frustrated and leaps out of the stroller. If the ground is muddy or wet... if there is glass or debris on the pavement… "If" becomes a heavy word when she is outside - wearing pajamas.
November 2007: The leaves metamorphose color and curl into themselves, crisply falling onto the ground. Some wardrobe items are replaced with others, but not for her. With each ardency day, she becomes increasingly fixated on her one-piece passport. Each night it is carefully washed and dried. Although you try to whiten the increasingly grungy pajama, it is to no avail. The stubborn, grayish tinge at the feet gives the Snugabye a weathered look. You inform parts of the pajama beginning to fade at the knees and elbows. With growing frustration and disheartenment, you purchase the softest cotton material and deliver the beloved Snugabye for the umpteenth beforehand to your trusted tailor, a Lebanese woman, a master at threading together the deteriorating uniform haunting your days.
Source: Chabad.org