Contemplations of a Mother Gone Too Soon
Looking back on my mother's fashion, I'm contemplating my own fashion sense. Hers, a mix of 70s and 80s, depending on the outfit. I'd say mine is still a mix of skater, grunge and punk. Unless, it's a fancy event, of course. This contemplation, in turn, makes me realize some things I never thought about. My mother was born in 1951. That makes her a 50s' child, a young lady in the 60s', & a full blown woman from the 70s on. I so wish she were alive! She went through some of the best fashion decades. My favorite being Rockabilly, which my mother certainly could rock! (pun intended) There are so many convos we've missed out on. Especially, about makeup and fashion of those eras. She would have been my fashion and decor guru for our rockabilly wedding. Which, was influenced by a special time between my mother and I. I find those missed moments harder to reconcile and completely unacceptable, the older I get. Now, tho? In this moment, I realize that she was my age when I really started knowing who my mother was. That, who she was, shaped who I am today in so many ways. I'll never get to say thanks for that. As of this minute? Here and now? I'm completely amused. I'm here in my yoga pants, sans any chance of doing yoga, with an oversized sweater on. Don't care if there could be five people in the house this evening, when Sam's crew comes in from Georgia. I've become my mother in quite a few ways I hadn't noticed. 😋 She'd have been amused, because we'd be dressed the same. Yet, probably more excited to know that the world has found even better ways to make tight cotton clothing more comfortable and acceptable! 😂
