My celebration with my father yesterday was wonderful,
and when I woke up this morning her said it wasn't proper to not give we
something to open so he presented me with a box containing a wonderfully
soft long-sleved black shirt.
Tonight I arrived at my mother's house the delicious
aromas of potato leek soup. A
small mound of presents awaited me on the table. When I'd finally
unwrapped them my mother querried, "Are you ready for the rest?" I tried
to encourage her not to be excessive, but I obviously failed. Whatever
makes her happy...
The crowning pieces of the evening were a
vintage black velvet coat from the 40's and a vintage jewelry box filled
to the brim with vintage jewelry. My mother is always trying to
jump-start me on a collection.
Since I
don't have my ears pierced, I have less than a half-dozen paris of
clip-on earrings. I've never been one for buying clip-ons; the only pair
I really like are some pansies with pearls in them which were a gift from
my late grandmother. I like them because they remind me of her, and not
because of how they look on me.
I was rather fascinated with how the
various pairs looked on my. Earrings are an entire realm of fashion which
has always been inaccessible to me. They look and feel foreign clipped to
my lobes. I am reminded of when I got my first bra. It itches and I was
convinced I would never get used to it. I wore it to bed in the hopes
that my body would adjust overnight, but I still awoke to the feeling of
disconfort. Now I rarely notice my bras. I wonder if earring will ever
reach the same level of comfort for me, or if I will always fuss over and
play with them -- worrying that they will fall off and trying to make them
more comfortable on my ears.
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Many of the pairs are dressy, one with a matching
necklace and another with a matching pin which my mother had attached to
my vintage coat. I love vintage
clothing for its beauty, functionality, and fragility. The vintage prom dresses I got last
year are wonderful treasures which I hope to find occasions to wear.
I am sure the earrings which each find a new home on my ears. I will do
my best to give them the attention they deserve. My mother and I both
most like a pair of dangly earrings which I will probably take with me to
Berkeley this weekend so I
can surprise Matthew with a
change in my appearance. Or perhaps he own't even notice, finding them to
be so at home adorning my visage.
