For someone who hates shopping, pretty hand-me-downs are a blessing. And today, I wore one such blessing: my grandmother’s blouse.
I’m pretty sure she made it herself, because she made clothes for my mom and my aunts and uncles, and curtains and pillowcases for all of us.
I remember a time when I would sit with her in her sewing room as she worked. Sometimes we talked –there was one conversation about old coins that I distinctly remember–and sometimes she would just let me hang out there as I played with my Barbie dolls as I listened to the sound of her sewing machine.
Eventually she started making clothes for my Barbie dolls, too. Tiny blouses, shirts, pants, and gowns, all painstakingly and meticulously created.
I don’t think she ever thought that I, after more than 20 years, would wear one of her own blouses.
This one is a navy blue button-down with white polkadots. The buttons are pretty pearl-like ones, and the collar is real lace (that I think my grandmother made, too). It’s still in really good condition, and it almost feels like it’s newly made.
Other items of this outfit: Bag, P1199, and ballet flats, P799, both from Marikina Riverbanks Mall. Bracelet. Jag jeans.
Title from “The Valley”, The Oh Hellos