Hand Me Down
I always admired my Mom’s style growing up. I can still vividly remember the vibrant ’80s dresses, with their giant shoulder pads, brilliant colours and long hems as she headed off to work. I only wished I could be as chic as her one day. So you can imagine my excitement when this past fall I headed with her to meet a fur designer and offer her fur coats a little revamping. While there she gifted me one of her coats that felt a touch more Cruella Deville than it should have. We took up the hem, shortened the sleeves, and gave it an entirely new life. The icing on the cake.. my name (the one my family calls me) stitched in pink above my mom’s initials that were stitched in the coat nearly twenty years earlier.