a funny thing happened at work today. i was wearing this great dress i found at a garage sale. a woman walked past me and stopped dead in her tracks. she stopped and was just staring at me. finally she said, "i think i used to have a dress just like that. it was my mother's." i told her that i did buy it used, so it very well could be her old dress. she then thought again and said, 'well i don' think so because mine had a high collar." to which i replied that mine does, too...i just chose to wear the buttons open (times have changed). we chatted a bit more and i decided that in my version of this story, the dress was for sure hers, and it somehow had made its way back into her life. perhaps another day i will sit down with her and talk about the dress and where she might have gone and what she might have done while wearing it.
i think i will start to make note of special things i do while wearing certain pieces in my wardrobe. i already planned on saving my favorites for my daughter to have when she gets older. but now maybe she will also have a little bit of insight on what i have done in each piece. and maybe one day when she's in her 60s, she will see someone else wearing an old dress that used to be hers.