And it’s getting on March already. March madness in basketball. The march of the daffodils all over my neighborhood. And always, the march of time. I’ve been spending this past week in the time warp of my childhood home, helping my mom sort out some of my dad’s things. There’s something especially poignant about seeing the rows of socks and neatly folded underwear.
We threw out, recycled, shredded and/or prepared for donation quite a bit of stuff. But there were still a few things I couldn’t yet bear to trash. An empty bottle of Polo, a men’s cologne that my dad would always wear. Some scraps of writing when he was still with it enough to write. A few white undershirts for me and my sisters to wear in the summer when we spend the night.
Because I keep some clothes here for when I travel, I am often surprised (out of sight out of mind) with what I have available. here, this fun striped sweater worked well with a blue skirt I had brought. And then I found one of my mom’s hats.
Like many, many things I owned, the striped sweater came courtesy of my sisters who tend to shop vintage and resale.
It’s still cold here, and I’m ready to head back to the relative spring of the Pacific Northwest. I’m also heading over to a few of my favorite link ups: https://meadowtreestyle.com/ and Visible Monday