Raiding My Mom's Closet

The little snoop that I am, I was going through my mom's dresser drawers and closet about a week ago when I stumbled across some of her old threads!

Whether you like to call 'em old, retro, or vintage, I love finding garments from decades past. It really goes without saying that most clothes from the past were made better than the sweat-shopped clothes we find today (that tend to fall apart in a couple years time, it seems).

Also, my mama had style! (Refer to picture below).

She was quite glamourous, no?(Also, that's my dad, see the resemblance?)

I was happy to find out that I could fit in my mom's old clothes, so I begged her to have them. Two new editions to my closet!

It's funny because these sweaters have come back in full force!

A wavy ring that belonged to my American grandmother.

A necklace (with a picture of my sister and I--we are 20 years apart) from my Turkish grandmother.

A shirt with cute detail that I often wear to work. My boss asked if I had made it cause the stitching was so good. Nah, clothes were just better back in the day!

The awesome part: I didn't have to pay a cent for any of these great new items! Score!

Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind, I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn't easy, but I'll try,

If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love

The time has come,
For closing books and long last looks must end,
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong,
That's a lot to learn,
What, what can I give you in return?

If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart,
To Sir, with Love

Happy Father's Day!!

Finding the box full of letters.

Today I came across a box of old letters from my dad to his parents from the 1960s. He was only 18 then and had just joined the Navy (during the Vietnam war). He hadn't been sent overseas yet, so there wasn't anything sad in the letters.

I love coming across things like this. LOVE IT. The past is so intriguing to me!

And I'm a person that always has these random, weird thoughts. Like how amazing it was to see the penmanship of my Grandma Helen. She passed away in 1999, but her writing, and the ink she used in 1968, lives on. I can hold a part of her in my hands.

And I also came across another box with old patches from my father's Navy career. One instantly caught my eye, then made me giggle. It had a picture of a chicken (reading a newspaper, of course) on a toilet. The top of the patch said "EVER SEE A CHICKENSHIT?"

hehe. 'Tis why my dad rocks. When I asked him about it, he said he had it sewn to the back of his work jacket until one of the senior cheifs made him take it off.

Maybe one day I'll be that cool.

What I'm getting my dad...

Tomorrow is Father's Day, as most of you know. I'm getting my dad a card, a pat on the back and a "hey, dad, how bout I cook you dinner?"

Yeah, I'd like to get Daddy a present, but I'm lacking a little in the money area. I really wish I could figure out the secret ingredient to producing a money tree. WOW...think of all the wonderful things I could do then: buy a BMW, save Africa, buy lots of furniture from IKEA (cause that store is cool), stock up on chocolate (and feed the world's starving kids with that chocolate, and maybe some veggies too), visit every country possible and buy my dad a golf course for Father's Day.

Having a money tree would be a good deal.

But, alas, I have yet to find that ingredient. So, I remain poor. And Dad remains happy with my 1 dollar card and daddy-I-love-you smile.