A Shared Appreciation

Today would have been the day that Little Rita moved to Connecticut. It's quite surreal to me, sitting with this prospect, this unrealized adventure. And surreal fits. Like a 1950's kid glove.

And kid glove, somehow, fits too.

I found several pairs when clearing out her bureau.

I found some gorgeous pieces of clothing too, many perfectly preserved, that hadn't been worn in decades.

Rita truly loved dressing up, especially for formal events. This is something that we did not share. Yet, dressing up for such events often yields the possibility of glimpsing handsome young men in their finery, looking their best. Rita always, even at 95, had an eye and an appreciation for a good-lookin' young man. This is something we did share.

Peace.