Thank you Mother. Thank you for letting me invade your closet tonight. Thank you for letting me poke and prod through your wardrobe in search of church appropriate vintage dresses. Thank you for allowing me to take a few home. Thank you for not bringing up the fact that for the first 20 years of my life, I made fun of the vintage lifestyle you led. You said I would appreciate it all some day, blah blah blah. Thank you for not throwing that back in my face. You were right.
And a special thank you to my Nona's Thanksgiving stuffing, for affecting my ability to zip up my Mother's vintage dresses.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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3 comments:
what, no pictures? what kind of blog is this?
I agree I want pictures of Vintage!
From MOM:
Dear Jaylee, I was so excited that you were interested in my Collection that I didn't DARE say a word! (Okay, I always knew you'd eventually come around -- who wouldn't?) My heart was in my throat. So I didn't care even when I found a beaded hostess gown in a pile on the floor where it fell as you tore through my frocks. Wear them in good health (but please, darling, no black sheer sleeveless sequinned cocktail dresses to church -- it simply isn't done).
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