Today I wore 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