To my future daughter- I promise to never throw any of my favorite clothes away. One day I will let you borrow them. For a fee. Only kidding, I will let you play in my closet first, try on my high heels and walk around the house with my handbags. When you are old enough you can borrow my clothes- but you will have to tell your friends they belong to your mother!
Since I remember I used to play in my grandmother’s wardrobe, unearthing treasures and putting together outfits. I trotted around the house in her heels, carrying a matching handbag, her French perfumes and silk scarfs trailing behind me. I wore her silver YSL lookalike platforms and her wig, which she had bought and wore only once. There were black lace gloves and a triangle lace scarf a la Sicilian widow and little shift dresses and a flowery silk dress she wore often. I wanted that dress so badly. She promised to keep it for me and guess what I’m wearing today?
My mother on the other hand was utterly ruthless. None of her clothes survived even though she promised to keep for me her 80’s denim skirt and turquoise patent heels (sorry mum, I was always going to disclose your one and only fashion mistake :). Sometimes she points to a dress or a top on Fashion TV saying “oh I used to have something like that” leaving me mentally cursing and trying on her non existent wardrobe.
And so I resolved to keep my treasures for my future daughter. Because how cool would it be to inherit a closet full of vintage Marant?
“Milford” jacket- Isabel Marant