what’s your grandma called?

Posted by Laia Moras on

My grandma was a Belfast city girl in the early 60’s, wearing high heels, mini skirts and the Jackie Kennedy bouffant hairstyle. She later moved to Philadelphia, where her style was heavily influenced by the Hippie culture in America. When she married my german grandpa, and moved to a village in the middle of nowhere in south Germany, she was quickly humbled when she found out that german housewives are more into cooking and cleaning than the latest runway fashion. So to say, my grandma is an Icon - 83 today, she has kept all of her old clothing on the big attic in her house. Fashion is the bond between me and my grandma, growing up I would sneak up to the attic and try on her old gorgeous wedding dress and style it with different wigs and heels. Today, it is our little ritual - whenever I come home for Christmas or Easter, me and my Grandma hide away in the attic and go through all of the clothes, all of the old versions of herself throughout the years, and she tells me the stories these clothes hold and, whatever I want, I can take. She says “well, I can’t take them to my grave, can I”

 

what's your grandma called?

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  • Pel que fa a la vostra pregunta sobre quina peça robaria de l’armari de la meva via, definitivament serien els conjunts de dues peces que feia quan era jove. Ella practicament es confeccionava tota la seva roba, i els seus dissenys més famosos eren aquells que combinaven tot el look. Recordo un conjunt de quadres vermells i blaus format per faldilla-pantaló, top de tirants i mocador de coll. Em semblen conjunts que ja no es fan i són senzillament meravellosos.

    C. on
  • My grandma’s name was Pepa. But everyone called her Pepita.

    Elena on
  • Her name was Monique. I think of her everyday :(

    Sara on
  • If I could steal one piece from my grandma’s closet, it would be her straw hat she wore while watering her rose garden. We always bonded over our love for flowers, and I used to wake up early just to watch her water the plants. For me seeing her standing in her own garden and caring for it was symbolically seeing someone stand in their own beauty. To be at the center of your external growth with both agency and care. Her name was Rosette :) and that hat she used to proudly wear holds her feeling of quiet strength and tenderness.

    R on
  • Jolene<3 like the song haha

    hannah on
  • i never met her, but her name was Paloma

    Ana on
  • Her name is Alice. She’s the best.
    P.S. I stole a pair of feather rings from my grandma when I was 5.

    Best,

    x on
  • Si tuviera que robar algo del armario de mi abuela, la yaya Tere, sería su inmenso abrigo de pelo marrón. Hoy en día valdría una fortuna, sumado al valor incalculable de haber sido de ella. Jamás se dejaba ver sin los labios pintados de rojo, así que también debería robarle aquel pintalabios.

    Laia<3 on
  • my abuela is called Carmela !!

    maria on
  • Jeanette, she is 95 but still living her best life

    Carla on

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