.293 | to my Grandmother, from Kerry

I was rifling through my closet over the weekend looking for something warm to wear to a crisp spring evening wedding. I came across my grandmother’s beautifully tailored ski pants from post WWII hanging in with my limited cold weather wear.

To me, as young teen, my grandmother had such style. After she passed in the 1970’s, I made sure I inherited those ski pants. They fit me to a tee. I skied in them all through high school, college and beyond. When I was young she taught me sewing skills and shared her marvelous color palette. She was my very own Coco Chanel. Both of them went to design school with me.

From photographs left behind she was fearless- she hunted, fished, and cooked on an open fire and split wood in a low heel and layers of wool and an apron. She loved taking the train to New York and catching the latest styles.

Years on I use her lovely dishes daily. They don’t sit in a cabinet. I treasure them, even as they break from age and my clumsiness. I appreciate her lasting influences.