meara meara, on the wall |
Chicago suburbanite, part-time grown-up. |
My parents are the best type of hoarders (sometimes). Found this cleaning out the attic of the home I’d lived in my entire life+
Missing these fancy folks a whole bunch today. The holidays are over, but my family got together tonight to celebrate my brother-in-law’s birthday. My mom told my favorite story about how her dad tried to teach her to tell time and she just couldn’t get it. Basically, by the end of the story, he is convinced she needed to be held back in school and was trying to come to terms with the idea that my mom just wasn’t bright. Obviously she got the hang of reading a clock face, but sometimes when I look down at my watch and have to double take to figure out what time it is, I think about my PopPops and laugh to myself a bit.
Weird how the most random or insignificant things can remind you of someone or something extremely meaningful.
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These colors don’t run. 🇺🇸
They Are Wearing: The Sartorialist Book Party, Chicago
Photo by Eric Sawitoski
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