Tonight when I was brushing my teeth (where most of the brilliance happens) I realized I was wearing two pieces of clothing that belonged to my great grandmother*
I considered taking a picture of myself wearing these "pieces" but after a few cell phone photo test shots, I realized this was a terrible, terrible idea. I am a pretty girl, but right before bed is not a super attractive time for anyone. So a vivid word description will have to do (I will do my best to keep it under 1000 words).
I am wearing her old tee-shirt with a B. Kliban cat in a tub. I've sported this shirt out in public before, so there's a chance you've seen it on me - but its getting old and I'm afraid of getting food on it. The design is so old I cannot find it on the internet (even when I add vintage to my google search). Which means it's probably from before I was born. Great Granny wasn't much of a t-shirt kind of lady, so I don't know if she ever wore it. But its super comfortable.
Over the shirt I am wearing one of the most recent additions to my closet - an excellent LeRoy black cardigan that hits me a few inches above my knee. It doesn't have buttons up the front, but it does have excellently large pockets. They're good for a cell phone and chapstick. Or about 20 tissues, when your nose is still all snotty. This sucker is also probably older than me.
Anyway! The clothes themselves are kind of irrelevant except for the fact that they are probably around 30 years old and still kicking! How great is that?! Great Granny must have done a phenomenal job taking care of her clothes because I end up with holes in most things after about a year.
Also, I feel crazy lucky that I've ended up being the only girl in my family who fits into Great Granny's clothes (some of my younger cousins probably would also fit, but they are too busy loving Justin Beiber to really care). I also have two other shirts that belonged to her in my closet but I am terrified that they're not fashionable enough - I should probably get one of my trendy friends to check this out for me.
Weight and clothing size is such an Issue with my Mom's family (a bajillion girls will do that to themselves) and I've never quite felt like I was really the right size, especially since I have a gorgeous older cousin who is/was/will always be taller, skinner and more glamorous than I am.
But if I was any taller this tee shirt would ride up too high on my stomach. And if I was any smaller, this sweater wouldn't be as warm and comfortable (okay- that's a bit of a stretch, but it fits quite perfectly). Anyway - Great granny was an awesome, awesome lady - and I am incredibly lucky to have these reminders of how wonderful she is around all the time, keeping me warm and cozy.
*At least this is what I think I have been told. After someone in my family reads this blog, I am sure they will correct me with a quickness.