Thursday, I was invited to go through the last few bins of my Nana's things. The "things" left in my Nana's house were tons of doilies, tableclothes, a few way-too-fancy tea sets, sexy lingerie (believe it or not) and a ton of photos:
the top (circa 1987) and bottom (circa 1984) picture on my Nana's stoop;
my mom's in blue in both pics
Nana, while on vacation with my dad on one of his business trips
Nana, my little sister, and me circa 1990
Uncle Anthony, Nana, and my dad at my mom and dad's wedding (circa 1980)
my dad in the party hat, and my great-grandmother (circa 1960s)
Nana fancied up in fuschia (1990s)
It was fun looking back, seeing my first friends, my dad as a boy, seeing all my cousins tiny and cute like I remember them. It was also sad. I miss my Nan. All her stuff smelled like her. It was a bit surreal to drive myself through her neighborhood, and to her house, after years of not being there. I thought of who I was then --this naive little peanut -- in the back of dad's station wagon being driven to that place every single week, and who I am now -- this adult woman -- driving myself to her house.
I hope she's proud of me. I try to make her proud every day, and keep her with me in some small way with my actions, with how I treat people...
...and speaking of keeping her with me, my two favorite things I found through the rummaging were these two 1970s rompers:
OMG. My Nana was a pip! These must've been before my time because I don't remember her wearing these ever. But, I found them, and they fit...not perfectly, but they fit.
Here's me trying one on:
It's a given that I must put an outfit post together featuring one of these beauties...like soon, right after they take a trip to the dry cleaners. ...and if the dry cleaners still can't get the stains out, I'm wearin' 'em anyway!
Love you Nana! Miss you!
