At first I didn't think I had too much to say about this album. The accoutrements that we carry and wear. How we differentiate ourselves. The launguage these items speak without mouths. Then I remembered when and how I came to understand all these extras.
After my Grandmother died. I went up to their property to help my Aunt TeeTee sort, put, organize, sift, breathe, unbraid, hold, and ultimately release. My Grandmother had a sense of style and taste that would have rivaled Harlow, Lamour, Davis or Hepburn. Her closet had two big doors that opened wide at the same time and revealed more style and pleasure than I knew was possible. My Grandmother had been a fashion writer in Washington DC, in the 40's. She was style, head to toe...fingertips, ear lobes, amazing. I brought one item at a time form the closet. That's all I could do, I believe that's all anyone would have done. Each one was art. Was a time and a place and a smell and an excursion and a story. Each piece needed to be held, studied, appreciated for the craftsmanship, the design, the line and intent. Each piece made her a rock star. She was a tiny woman, but that was never the first thing that anyone noticed about her. Her inside was so much bigger. Elegant, charming, intelligent. She could have pulled off a potato sack dress, and left you feeling like you also needed one in the best possible way. She was all gift.
I wear my Grandmothers rings now and I am told that I have her hands. I know that I have her nose. The "family" nose. As much as an accessory as anything else I suppose. Love you Rachel Louise, thank you for being.