Recently the temperatures really dipped in south Texas. My daily attire of shorts,
t-shirts and flip flops gave way to corduroy leggings and sweaters. While I was
checking out my closet for warmer clothes, I remembered my Mom's collection
of cashmere sweaters. Dare I ? I thought to myself. Mom's beloved array of
simple, timeless yet elegant sweaters. But I could almost hear her say ….
Who will wear them if you don't? What good will they be just
sitting unused in the drawers?
I started thinking about my Mom's style. Always simple, always elegant.
Twinsets and pearls. Tweeds, tartans and often a little silk scarf tied around her
neck. Minimal jewelry and make-up. A little bit of lipstick. Perhaps a Tiffany
bracelet. The requisite little black dress hanging on a silk padded hanger
in her closet. Her simple and chic bob hairstyle, parted on the left with just
a slight curl at the ends. It was her style. It was her era and the same one
shared by so many of her peers. Never flashy, always tasteful. Whether she
was out in the garden weeding, on the golf course or at a formal dinner she
always looked smart. Smart was a favorite fashion statement of hers as was
So I opened up one of her drawers. I chose a charcoal gray cashmere to
wear with some black corduroy leggings. I added a little gray tweed
jacket that I had given her a few years ago. In a way I felt like a little girl
playing dress up in her mama's clothes. Could I pull it off? We went
to a dessert and coffee party at a neighbor's house and I felt so very
comfortable. I had not made a mistake.
I could still smell her favorite perfume on her sweater. In fact, everything
she owns smells like Youth Dew by Estee Lauder or Chanel No. 5.
Those were her two favorites. Classics, just like her.
What's It Wednesday
Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley