Friday, January 18, 2013
My grandmother died in 2003, and my grandfather followed her a few years later. When we cleaned out their apartment we there were a few of her little dresses. I took a few of them home, maybe for my daughter to wear since we had no idea of us wearing them. My grandmother was pretty small, not super tiny but she was Chinese whereas I believed I just had a bigger frame from my caucasian mother. My daughter tried them on once, but she quickly grew to be even taller than me, so they went in the bottom of the closet and were forgotten about. Until today.
I'm working on my entry for the success story survey, so I was taking pictures of myself in different outfits this morning, and just for laughs I pulled out my grandmother's dresses. I held them up and they looked so small. And then I put one on.
I have a weird look on my face here, I guess it's skepticism. I can't believe I'm doing this. Here's another try, this dress is a little gentler. I had a happier face, but thought I looked more like my grandmother here.
People always said I looked like my grandmother the most of any of my five sisters. Of course, I only knew her when she was very old, so I didn't like hearing it. It just totally blows my mind to wear one of her dresses. It's like being a part of history.