HEIRLOOMS

Equation of the day:
Temperature = 92 = Humidity

Seriously, my morning workout was like running under water. Whew! I kind of love it, though. Too bad PA can't get around to passing a budget - all of the state parks/local lakes/beach areas are closed down. So sad...

Anyway...



I'm loving this outfit. Since quitting my job = had to quit shopping (more math), I've added more clothing than I could even buy to my wardrobe just by altering the massive pile of things I could no longer wear for various reasons. This skirt was one of the them and all it needed was smaller elastic in the waist. It took all of 10 minutes. Honestly, I think I forgot that it was buried in aforementioned pile.

What makes it super special though is that it was my grandmother's skirt. She lived in a huge farmhouse that had tons of closets. After she passed away, I got to go through everything. She kept a LOT of stuff and kept everything in really good condition. I was lucky enough to inherit a lot of really amazing pieces. This skirt is probably from the late 60's - 70's. It has a matching tunic that has a GINORMOUS disco-looking collar. I've never worn the shirt, but this skirt is a favorite. The fabric is so soft and flowy and the pattern is super funky. I'm soooo glad to have it back in rotation! I only wish she could see how I'm styling it these days.

I kept the rest pretty casual with an oversized v-neck tee (F21, $6), Aerosole wedges (Ross, $20) and an obi belt that my mom got from The Gap a couple of years ago for only $2 or $3. And a short stack of bangles, 2 from Claire's and the white one was my grandmother's.

I mentioned my grandmother in a post last week and someone pointed out in the comments that she comes up quite a bit in my blog and that I should post her picture. I like that idea.

Her name was Marjorie Mae, but it was Marnie to me. I grew up on a hill that was across a cornfield from her house and spent almost every summer day of my youth at "the farm." It was always referred to as "the farm," even though the animals had been gone for years. Anyway, Marnie and I were very much alike in many ways, and I think if there is such thing as a soulmate, she would be mine. It's funny, because she wasn't always an easy person to get along with, but she was different with me. And I could never explain why. We just got each other I guess.

She passed away when I was 25 and I still miss her more than I've ever missed anyone. I wish she could see what I'm doing and all the projects I'm working on. She loved to check out my latest sewing project, and I think she'd get a kick out of this blog. I wish I could still go out for brunch with her or sit in her kitchen or on her front porch and just talk. We were a pair for sure. As cliché as it sounds, I truly feel like there's a piece of her living in me. It's both comforting and sad.

This has always been one of my FAVORITE pictures of Marnie and PopPop. It was taken in October of 1943, which would make her 25 years old. Are they a dapper looking couple or what? Now, that's style.