Day 179

Busy day coming up. Start at the tractor store for dog food followed by groceries. Swift shining up of the house comes next. Rosalie and I are having a working lunch as we change our eldering program to include a writing component. We will get a proposal ready. Then Tea and Stories group with Michele included for the first time. Hollie and Lala will come by for quilts and the car. Lala is here to get Kyle into rehab. I like days with parts.

I was born in the middle of the Great Depression. That may be why my early memories seem gray and uncomfortable. When this prompt was offered, a bright spot showed up and it was my mothers’ rose colored satin dressing gown. She didn’t wear it often, maybe an occasional Sunday when she made coffee cake as a surprise. She looked beautiful and I wanted to touch the gown but wasn’t allowed to do so. It was a piece of clothing that she prized. I never knew the story of how she obtained it as I know nothing about her life. My young self said that one day I would wear the beautiful gown and I’d let people touch the soft glowing material. Maybe I’d get married in it. I would swish around feel the softness and look beautiful too. I don’t remember when she stopped wearing it but it was later when she started calling it “this old thing.” Much later, when I was helping her with yet another move, I spotted the gown in a discard pile. Oh give that away, she said but I didn’t. I sneaked it into my suitcase and brought it home with me. There I put it away and forgot about until now. And here it is. A 1930’s dressing gown