DRESS REHEARSAL : TAKE ONE

ONE OF MY LEAST READ, MOST DESERVING ESSAYS
WAS ABOUT MY MOM. SHE’D BE 101 TODAY.
I’ve been blessed with 300+ more sweet peeps since it ran so I’m reposting it because…you know. I so loved my mom.

M A G P I E à la modus operandi

Mom & Me Kiss
A week after my father died in 1969, my mom bought her burial dress, a long-sleeved bevy of beige chiffon accordion pleats with contoured organdy hemlines and cuffs resembling parched petunias.

The collar was fashioned into a multilayered sash, cresting the shoulders and flowing down the back to veil the neck and screen the zipper. A peach taffeta sheath shimmered underneath.

“Everyone knows a wife dies seven years after her husband,” Mom declared.

“Is that the law?” I asked.

“It is,” she assured.

“And, if you don’t die, what then? Do they give you a ticket?”

Mom flashed me the look of admonishment that every parent keeps ready to actuate in times of insolence.

“It’s a glorious dress,” she said.

“Yes,” I conceded. “A veritable work of art.”

My mom was never as thin as she thought she was, or planned to be. After 56 years, six children and a…

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