The Art of Mending by Elizabeth Berg

01_mending_blog…I always hoped she would wear her peach-colored robe.  It was my favorite, for its generous yardage and elaborate ruffled trim.  Seeing what my mother wore was always interesting to me, whether it was the three-quarter-sleeve blouses she wore with the collars up, or the full skirts, tightly belted, or the pastel-colored cashmere sweater sets, or one of her many bathing suits, works of art designed to showcase her spectacular figure.  Those suits came complete with cunning little skirts and jackets to wear over them, and broad-brimmed sun hats trimmed with fabric bands in coordinating colors.  Before she was married, my mother worked for several years for an upscale department store, parading beautiful clothes before rich men’s wives.  She inspired more sales than any other model before or after her; everyone wanted to look like her, though of course no one did.  Think Grace Kelly with red hair and green eyes–that was my mother.  But it wasn’t just her model’s training that made it so interesting to see what she wore, it was a quality inside herself.  Charisma, my father said, but it seemed to be to be more than that.  Other people had charisma.  No one had what my mother did.


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