I've been thinking about these since one of
my last visits to Aunt Beth.
When Gary, Richard, and I went to visit her in the rehab center,
she was wearing what I would term a "duster."
One of those combination dresses/housecoats that
my mother wore every day when I was growing up.
It appeared that Aunt Beth had on a duster just like one Mom had.
When I commented on that to my cousin,
she told us that it was Mom's.
I had forgotten I had taken some clothes over to
Aunt Beth after Mom died.
I found it very sweet, comforting,
and also very symbolic that she was wearing it.
It made me feel close to Mom.
There's so much history in the
house dress/duster/mumu/apron generation.
Today at the personal history writer's group,
Caroline read a paper she had written about growing old.
In it she mentioned how women never used to wear pants
and how hard it had been to get her mother to wear pants,
even when she was working in the barn.
I remember that it took a lot of coaxing to finally get
Mom to buy some pants in the 1970's.
After Mom died, there were lots of house dresses in her closet.
I couldn't bear to get rid of them because
there were so many memories attached.
(My daughters joke that they would never
have that problem with my clothes.
They "claim" that I have so many that they
can't really associate any certain ones to certain occasions)
A few years back at a family reunion we had a baby shower for my niece, Angie. The only requirement for coming to the shower was that the women had to wear one of Mom's house dresses. They "got" to keep them after that. I was so happy I had found a meaningful way to clean some of the house dresses out!
I still wear some of Mom's house dresses for nightgowns.
Misty has worn hers out and I'm trying to make her a replica.
My son-in-law, Justin, has only one request, and that is that
Tiffany not wear a house dress/mumu/duster.
Today I pulled out some of my great Aunt Elner's
"Swirl" house dresses.
I'll have to post some pictures of them later.
my last visits to Aunt Beth.
When Gary, Richard, and I went to visit her in the rehab center,
she was wearing what I would term a "duster."
One of those combination dresses/housecoats that
my mother wore every day when I was growing up.
It appeared that Aunt Beth had on a duster just like one Mom had.
When I commented on that to my cousin,
she told us that it was Mom's.
I had forgotten I had taken some clothes over to
Aunt Beth after Mom died.
I found it very sweet, comforting,
and also very symbolic that she was wearing it.
It made me feel close to Mom.
There's so much history in the
house dress/duster/mumu/apron generation.
Today at the personal history writer's group,
Caroline read a paper she had written about growing old.
In it she mentioned how women never used to wear pants
and how hard it had been to get her mother to wear pants,
even when she was working in the barn.
I remember that it took a lot of coaxing to finally get
Mom to buy some pants in the 1970's.
After Mom died, there were lots of house dresses in her closet.
I couldn't bear to get rid of them because
there were so many memories attached.
(My daughters joke that they would never
have that problem with my clothes.
They "claim" that I have so many that they
can't really associate any certain ones to certain occasions)
A few years back at a family reunion we had a baby shower for my niece, Angie. The only requirement for coming to the shower was that the women had to wear one of Mom's house dresses. They "got" to keep them after that. I was so happy I had found a meaningful way to clean some of the house dresses out!
I still wear some of Mom's house dresses for nightgowns.
Misty has worn hers out and I'm trying to make her a replica.
My son-in-law, Justin, has only one request, and that is that
Tiffany not wear a house dress/mumu/duster.
Today I pulled out some of my great Aunt Elner's
"Swirl" house dresses.
I'll have to post some pictures of them later.
