From Rags to Riches

Certain clothes can bring back rich memories.  Hidden away in an old, battered, black suitcase at the back of the loft, I have kept a number of clothes that I am not yet ready to part with.

I open the case and on the top is Lydia’s orange and pink stripy Babygro that made her look like a fruity humbug and Samuel’s first pair of red checked flannel pyjamas that Nanny bought him.  Under my children’s baby clothes I find my old Bastille Day t-shirt that a friend bought back from France in 1989 to celebrate the 200th anniversary.  There is also my favourite black dress from Next with red embroidery on the collar.  I loved that dress and kept it with the thought that one day I would unpick the stitches and create a dress pattern from the panels to recreate it.  Right at the bottom, tucked out of sight I find my skin-tight black top which creates a riot of memories.  I used to wear it with black leggings and a big, elasticated black belt that fastened with hook and eye.  It has three strategic holes cut out, tear-drop shaped leaving little to the imagination particularly as I never wore anything under it.  But that was over 25 years ago and under wiring is now my new best friend!   But oh,  how I loved wearing it for a night out on the town.

Looking through old photographs brings back memories of clothes made by my Mum and Grandmother.   When I was growing up, Mum used to have “sewing evenings” with her friend Linda who used to come around every Thursday evening and they would sew together.  Mum made me and my sister bright red jumpsuits.  My grandmother was a very talented seamstress.  She could create her own patterns and Zoe and I had some lovely clothes as a result.  I particularly remember blue winter coats with white fur around the hoods, red dresses with white box pleat inserts and matching knickers and my ultimate favourite a silky,  bottle green party dress with a pattern of little dogs in boxes with a beautiful circle skirt in which to twirl and swirl. Surely every little girl’s dream.

I am not yet ready to part with those clothes. So I close that battered old suitcase and leave it hidden with its memories, nestled in the shadows where the spiders spin and weave.

From Rags to Riches

6 thoughts on “From Rags to Riches

  1. Wonderful memories I wonder if it’s a woman thing? How many chaps keep clothes as memories? I doubt there are many. I had a clear out last year when I came to the realization that I would never again fit into my size 8 clothes. But I still kept a handful which even now make me smile at their daring or specialness for some other reason. Wonderful memories Clair – thanks for sharing. As always, your brilliant writing style gives me such a clear window into your world 😀

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  2. As I am going through a clearout phase of a house move I keep coming across little things too. The first dress my Mum bought for Phoebe, the Cubs sweatshirt with Dan’s badges on, the shirts the kids got signed when they left school, and there’s no way I can get rid of them – even though Tim looks at me like I’m mad! I think it’s definitely a girl thing!

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