Worn & Torn

October 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

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Several years ago I went to meet an old boyfriend’s paternal grandparents. They were very Italian. They were vivacious. They loved that I did not follow a vegetarian or vegan diet.

There were so many memories shared, there were so many mementos brought out to gaze upon. As we were leaving that night, the grandfather took me aside and brought me to a large closet. It was brimming with clothes. He pulled this bright, floral top from one of the racks. It still had the new tags. It had huge shoulder pads.

He handed it to me and told me that his wife was probably never going to wear it and probably never going to remember that she even had it. It was both thoughtful and bittersweet.

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Flash forward many years later and this top, sans should pads, became one of my most worn closet essentials. I wore it until the delicate fabric began to shred. And I still wore it some more. I fixed the holes with bright pieces of thread and wore this blouse until even those new threads began to fray, too.

So, Nona Lina, the beautiful, ex-circus contortionist, accordion playing grandmother, thank you for this lovely blouse that smiled at me for years. I’ll probably still keep it in my closet for years and years.

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