My MotherÕs Dresses
In memory of my mother and her beautiful evening wear. 1926Š2013.
The wardrobe was filled with beautiful dresses Š short dresses, evening gowns Š some of them wrapped in cellophane. A few were studded with sparkling rhinestones in every color imaginable. As a child, I used to sit beneath the dresses in the wardrobe and feel the fabrics. However, my mother didnÕt particularly enjoy going to balls. She didnÕt much care for having to act as a representative wife. On the one hand, she looked beautiful in the dresses, but there was always something missing that prevented her from feeling confident enough to enjoy herself.
I feel sorry for her. I wish things had been different for her.
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