R.I.P., V!
Out of nowhere, my grams popped into my head today while I was driving, for no reason. After a slight episode of hyperventilation, (partially due to the fact that I haven't been able to breathe right all week, I'm sure) I lost it. Twice. I guess I never really got to let it soak in, or heal.
I think it's just that sad. And I miss her that much. Hold the ones you love close, because once they're gone, they're gone.
So, in the event of sadness, I'm looking at pictures of her/watching whatever videos I have of my grams.
R.I.P., V!
This is my favorite picture of her. She's so gorgeous here. She seems so totally in her element. In fact, all of her pictures do. You know when you look at pictures of yourself and you're like, wow, I look awkward. Or ew, I look terrible there. She has none of those. It's amazing, I'm jealous. She literally loved everything she did. She lived life to the biggest and best of her ability, and then some. In fact, that was all she ever talked about. How great her life was. I am progressing at following in her footsteps. And I think I'm slowly making progress.
Ahhh. Makes me so proud! My grams taught me to sew when I was six years old. Since then, I've always paid closer attention to fashion than most six year old girls you'd meet. My favorite thing in the world was hanging out in her sewing room, and going through her closet. If I only had those pieces that were once hanging in there now. She had some killer style. I totally see myself in this picture. (She's on the left.) Just in her stance and her face. And that bathing suit! And I just can not get enough of their matching shoes. Seeing pictures of her in her outfits reminds me to not throw away ANY of my stuff. My granddaughters can fight over it one day. They'll thank me when they discover the vintage Chanel sunglasses.
Is this not the best picture EVER? This is my grandfather, her husband. I just thought this was the best picture ever. I wish I knew him when he was younger, he was probably the most kick butt guy ever. I'm totally sold on the rolled up plaid slacks he's sporting. How amazing. Man, did the two of them have style. Maybe that's why I have it in my bones?
Missin' on ya, grams.
