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Monday
7 February 2000

 

2 00 pm pst   [ jadeite joys ]

My mom likes cheap green glass from the first half of this certury. Jadeite brings her so much joy. Watching her unwrap a new purchase which has arrived in the mail is like watching a child on Christmas.

She always does the same thing. She holds the item at arm's length (she has grown rather far sighted of late) and after admiring it for a minute or so she declares, "I like it very much!"

 

 

 

She will inevitably ask my opinion of the aquisition. I am no Jadeite connesiuer, but collecting runs in my blood too.

My mother and I like the same things: antiques that are functional. We are not collectors of stamps or coins. [Although my mother does have a friend who collects stamps and then uses them. It is a simple pleasure to receive a letter from her, the envelope crowded with ancient one, two and three cent stamps.]

Her tastes run towards kitchen items: toasters, cork screws, dishes, restaurant ware... My tastes run towards fashion: shoes, beads, purses, hats, gloves, dresses...

 

 

 

I absolutely love to wear old things. I love to know that someone else lived a slice of their life in the shirt on my back. I love old prom dresses for the excitement they saw. If that cloth could talk...

I especially like my purses. They come in so many bizarre shapes and materials -- always reflecting the time in which they were made. I have some great ones, and I plan to photograph each one when I carry out my plan of wearing everything I own, a different outfit each day.

February 2000
February 1999
February 1998

 

 

 

two years ago today: "I had promised Aurora that we would go to her party.... We had a blast (I love to dance!) and then we decided to take off. We walked outside, and as we stood there, we watched someone in a 60's Mustang smash into Matthew's car (which was parked across the street)."

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one year ago today: "His need to explain himself publicly, via the web, is much like my need to keep a diary. Nothing is as bad if it is shared."

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