The other morning I went through the last of Mama's clothes hanging in the closet. Hanging at the back of the closet was a little girl's red coat with matching red bonnet. The outfit is in pristine shape, as if it had been bought yesterday. It was, about 64 years ago, at least. Most likely I wore the jacket a few times. I was a fast grower in my early years, both in height and girth.
See how cute the hat is on the camel in this collage. Yes, that little girl being directed to look at the camera was me sporting the red hat. Mama must've just put it on me because in another photo with only Big Brother and me, the bonnet was perched limply on the top of my head, as if Mama said to Daddy, "Put the hat on Susie's head." Snap.
I'm thinking about cutting the red coat apart, along with a few other things I found in Mama's closet: her wool black dress, a blue tweed jumper Mama made for me in 7th grade, and a blue wool skirt I bought during my early days as a freelance editor/writer in the late 1980s.
That blue skirt came with a tailored blue jacket, which I didn't like to wear together. As it was, I rarely wore the jacket and skirt so I gave it to Mama, who never got around to fixing the waist to fit her.
The jumper is a busy print that doesn't go with the red coat. So, maybe I'll make two patchwork tops. Possibly three. I also found two Pendleton plaid shirts, one red, the other green, that were Daddy's, which I think I'll cut up, too. Why not?
I'm hanging out at All Seasons, hosted by Jesh of The Jesh Studio, and at Mosaic Monday, hosted by Angie of Letting Go of the Bay Leaf. Come join me.