As she paraded out of the guest room with each try-on, my life flashed before my eyes. The Albert Nippon suit I wore to a son's wedding - beige perfect for the mother-of-the-groom but with touches of rhinestones, pearls and embroidery. The stunning little black French designer dress that gave me elegance and confidence many times. The palazzo pants (slit to just above the knees) with the matching shell and Eisenhower-style jacket - black and cream print. Loved it! Wore it to my parents' 50th Wedding Anniversary party in 1994. The sleeveless shell, lined in silk, and beautifully embroidered with many colors in flame stitch - from The Oval Room at Dayton's in Minneapolis back in the late 60's. My great aunt's long, silk nightgown from the 20's - could be an evening gown today! Beautifully made clothes. She took 14 hangers (out of about 18) when she left hours later. She was thrilled, and I enjoyed giving her the history of each garment.
They're only clothes; I realize that. But they represented events, times in my life. I shall miss them. It's an odd feeling as lately I've felt the need to de-clutter and have given away a number of whatevers that strike me as "don't-need-its" as I open a closet or cupboard. Those didn't hit me as much as this afternoon's session with the clothes. But maybe that's why I could get rid of the little things - they haven't the meaning for me. (well, duh, sue!)
But I now have empty closets! However, I'll keep all my shoes - they take up less room.