6 years ago this month, my grandma died. I was living in another state and didn't have to witness her decline like the rest of my family did. I wasn't even at her funeral. Maybe because of this, she never seemed to die for me. It is only with the passing of the years that I've come to realize that she is gone forever. Last week, I went to visit my family back home and take one last look at her house that will someday be inhabited by another family. There were still a few articles of clothing that my mom couldn't get rid of and, with barely any prompting, I was more then willing to take them home with me. My grandma was a classic woman of the 50's and being so, her waist was a good 2 to 4 inches smaller then mine. I'm not sure if some miracle of stitchery will ever make it possible for me to fit into these treasures, but even if it were the case, I don't even own a sewing machine, let alone know how to use it. But, for now, I'll hold onto them anyway. The dresses that still smell like her perfume, even after all this time. The little pink trash can that lived in her little pink bathroom. Little items hidden behind glass that I would gaze at as a child, jealously wishing to play with them. Even as her memory warps with time, these little things will keep her alive to me.
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| The dress my grandma wore to my parents wedding. |
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| Fantastic wool dress, with an impossible 26" waist! |
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| Blue and yellow plaid, pleated bottom half of this dress |
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| Top of the dress with matching blue jacket, 3/4 length sleeves |
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| The top of the dress with matching belt |
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| Pink knitted skirt and sweater number, also with matching belt |
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| Little pink trash can, missing a bejeweled butterfly |
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| Classic fake bonsai tree, all wire and glass |
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| Tiny tea set |
