A few weeks ago I attended Xavi’s school production of The Tempest. He played Ariel, which he shared with two other students. This post isn’t about Xavi’s play, which I have so many feels about. How is my baby up on stage reciting Shakespeare?

In getting ready for the play I decided to go a little dramatic to match my dramatic kid (his words!). I chose a new-to-me multi-patterned flowy dress. It was one of several dresses/skirts my cousin’s wife Sara let me have.


It was too cold for just the dress and none of my other coats looked right. So I got out my maxi-length suede fur-trimmed coat. It matched the hippie, boho vibes.
This coat was the first item I thought of when I read Leonor’s newsletter # 261 (October, 2021)
What is the oldest item of clothing you own? My “rules” when I asked my friends was “nothing vintage, something you actually wore and could/do wear now”
Sure I have old t-shirts from my UCLA student activism days, but I wouldn’t wear them now. I keep them for sentimental value.
The coat was originally a Christmas gift from my sister. It was Lori’s first year out of high school and she had a job working at the same dealership with my dad and brother.
The coat was the kind of gift I wouldn’t buy myself because of the price or practicality – when would I need this kind of coat in LA? – but would secretly covet. As my sister, she knew me!

I wore it a few days later during my first trip to New York City. I even found a matching hat and felt cute.
Throughout my 20s, I’d wear it occasionally, but never on the regular. I wore simple pea coats and hoodies that allowed me to blend in and not bring attention to myself. It was why I often hid behind my long hair. I didn’t feel confident in my body.

Last year, I pulled it out of the closet to briefly play dress up with Archie. He’d just got some new aviators and I thought he’d look cute with the coat on. I also tried it on then and it was too small.

I briefly thought about selling it and looked up prices on eBay. But I didn’t want to do that since it was the first gift my sister got me as an adult with her own real money.

I’d rather give it away to someone I knew. Instead I put it back in the closet with a goal of fitting into it again and having a worthwhile place to wear it to… like my kid’s school theater debut.
Not a clothing item – but I also still have the first gift my sister gave me with “grown-up” money. It’s a beautiful black leather day planner. While I still use notebooks to keep my worklife organized, I long ago gave up on trying to make the Franklin Covey way work for me. But I can’t bring myself to give the planner away. Every once in a while I look at it and think, “maybe I should resurrect it.” One day I might.