My 12 year old daughter started stealing my night dresses a couple of years ago.She raids my cupboard and steals one every night, drowning herself in long oversized flowy cotton night gowns. 'These are so big for you', baby' I still say. 'I like them like this' She insists. She even steals the ones that are beginning to tear. Especially those ones. 'These are sooo soft' She says. I've now bought extra. Free Sized cotton night dresses that both a 12 year old and a 42 year old can fit into. I can stock hers in her cupboard. But she prefers the pleasure of raiding mine. There is an unspoken joy in wearing your Mama's clothes for a little girl, I guess. She is trying to grow up, I guess. 'Mama, I am so big, I can share your clothes' she seems to say.
Like Trayi, I used to wear Amma's night dresses many many years ago. Raided from her cupboard. Amma's were always floral prints, in mixed synthetic with a little lace.
Over the years, I discovered the shops in Elco market, Bandra, and moved to block printed, kaftan styled, pure cotton night dresses. I updated my style, I grew up.
Each time I visited Amma, she would offer, - nah, Amma never offered - insist actually, that I wear hers. 'Why do you bring so many night dresses. Use mine.' She would always insist.
'Become my little girl again', Maybe she was imploring ?
I didnt tell Amma ,but secretly, I didnt quite dig her nightgowns anymore. I would use them once every now and then, but usually, I just stuck to mine. 'I am my own person now. My taste is not like yours anymore'. Maybe I was trying to say...
The night after Amma died, I raided her cupboard and stole all her nightgowns. I wear them every single night now.
Isnt there vast unexplainable joy in wearing your Amma's clothes ?
Like Trayi, I used to wear Amma's night dresses many many years ago. Raided from her cupboard. Amma's were always floral prints, in mixed synthetic with a little lace.
Over the years, I discovered the shops in Elco market, Bandra, and moved to block printed, kaftan styled, pure cotton night dresses. I updated my style, I grew up.
Each time I visited Amma, she would offer, - nah, Amma never offered - insist actually, that I wear hers. 'Why do you bring so many night dresses. Use mine.' She would always insist.
'Become my little girl again', Maybe she was imploring ?
I didnt tell Amma ,but secretly, I didnt quite dig her nightgowns anymore. I would use them once every now and then, but usually, I just stuck to mine. 'I am my own person now. My taste is not like yours anymore'. Maybe I was trying to say...
The night after Amma died, I raided her cupboard and stole all her nightgowns. I wear them every single night now.
Isnt there vast unexplainable joy in wearing your Amma's clothes ?
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