My mom passed away in 2017, and long after saying goodbye, memories of her still live within the threads of that tiny dress and sweater and on the strands of fur in that vintage coat. She had told me, “I never had anything like this growing up.
But more than that, I remember how proud my mom was to help me put it on in the mornings. I remember my friends reaching out to touch the fur and marveling over the softness of it. When I wore that fur coat through the hallways of my small-town elementary school, I felt downright fancy. I remember wearing that to elementary school, even though I live in one of the warmest regions in the world.īut these pieces of clothing are much more than textiles and garments. I was too small to remember that, and I don’t remember ever wearing the tiny sweater either. There are photos of baby-me wearing the pink dress, nearly swallowed up by its size on my tiny, malnourished body. Fur literally flies into the air if you try to pick it up. The majority of the space in the box is taken up by a fur coat made of 100% rabbit fur. It’s white with pink trim and my first name is emblazoned on the left side, woven into the pattern with pink block lettering my maiden name is on the right. There’s a Ziploc bag holding a tiny pink dress with crisp pleats and dainty green flowers and another bag holding a knit sweater small enough to fit on a baby doll. It sits on the shelf in the hall closet, and it’s filled with memories of my childhood. Home › Articles › Contributors › Resurrection: “The Laundry Guy” and Making All Things NewĪfter my mother passed away, I found an old Tupperware box among her belongings.
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