Not to be nosy (*smile*) ...
but what's the oldest thing in your closet?
Having recently rid ourselves of a ridiculous number of out-grown and out-loved articles of clothing, my wardrobe's become lean and (ahem) purposeful. Nooo sentiment, no-siree!
Right there in front of my nose -- like so many sturdy sentinels -- there's a collection of hangers from days gone by. Curiously, I've grown quite fond of a few.
Why, do you suppose, hotel and clothiers ceased branding their stuff?
I can't help but wonder why my father felt so inclined to hang onto these ... as well as this faded rose stitched by his own mother, gosh knows how may years ago?
Can you imagine anyone taking time to do that today ... on purpose?
For reasons I'm reluctant to explore, this grand dame now supports my favorite robe.
Speaking of grand dames ...
How many of you still carry a hankie?
I'm deeply ashamed to admit, the handkerchief tucked inside my birthday card each year from momma's mother wasn't exactly received with joyful abandon. Now, I suspect it was all the poor woman could afford.
By the time this 'tom boy' morphed into a girl, I suspect the idea of carrying a hankie was met with an exaggerated eye-roll.
Only a few years after mother's death, I thought to try on her beloved London Fog trench coat. Plunging my hands deep inside its pockets, I discovered an oddly-familiar scrap of cloth.
Instinctively, I lifted it to my face and believed - yes, I did! - I could sense a familiar aroma.
Today, momma's hankie lays comfortably in a crevice in my own handbag. 'Sort of my own, "don't leave home without it." ... a talisman, if you will.
Before saying 'bye', I wanted to show you a favorite familial relic.
When I first spotted this delicate bit of cloth I literally shook my head in wonder at my mother's patience ... her careful embroidery: "EM" = Evelyn Myra.
Now, "LE" on the opposite fold? For the life of me, I can't figure who he(she) may have been. I'm pretty sure it's not a relative. A best friend ... or former beau, perhaps? My imagination's in overdrive!
Curious and comforting, that which remains.
Happy Valentine's Day!!!
Hugs from Phoenix,