Day 145...

Wanna buy a watch?

I want to start this post by saying, this has been a much needed break, but that I am also ready  and thankful, to be back. Ready to be picking up the archive again.  My time in New York was filled with so many emotions.  The joy of being at a dear friend's wedding, of connecting with close friends and family, and of course, diving into the well of my mother's possessions.  There was a very visceral reaction for me to be in her home and surrounded by the belongings she loved so much.  The quality of light, the smells, the feel of the air, they are all so deeply evocative, and so, when I found myself faced with the task of sorting through clothing, photos, and ephemera, it was almost a given that at some point I would probably hit critical mass.  And then I did, I simply hit a wall.  I missed her so deeply, and felt that maybe I couldn't even continue to go on with this journey.  I was so sad and also burdened by the the fact that I had fallen behind in my daily posts.  I pretty much gave myself a pass to just give up on it if I wanted to...and then I took a moment,  and did something that my mother was actually SO much better than me at doing.  I allowed my self to take a break.  to rest up, to recharge, to really pause and reflect on this whole process.  I think it was probably the greatest thing that I could have done, because now I am ready to dive back in, to share the stories, to create the touchstone for her granddaughters, to keep our dialogue alive.  To celebrate, ruminate, communicate and document.  To remember while the mind still allows. It's good to be back.

 A bevy of faux timepieces

A bevy of faux timepieces

So the irony in this picture, is that I probably purchased most of these for my mom.  For many years, this was in the wheelhouse of what I could afford to give her as a gift. Many of them are from Canal St. in NY or from Sante Alley in LA.  These were the kind of things my mom loved.  A nice looking faux timepiece that would jazz up an outfit without breaking the bank.  I have talked a bit about how if anyone could rock a knockoff, it would be my mom.  What I find interesting is that all of these had completely stopped working, and honestly, none are worth repairing, yet, they they all were.  All that was missing was a trench coat to pin them to to make a goofy throwback Halloween costume....Hey wait, maybe that would be cool?