“There is nothing so comforting as wearing clothes your mother has sewn or knitted for you.”
~Joyce Carol Oates, What My Mother Gave Me: Thirty-one Women on the Gifts That Mattered Most
I’ve been having a very frustrating couple of days working on a photo heavy post. Every so often my blog decides to randomly remove the pictures that I insert into a post. I add a picture, save it, the picture disappears. I add 5 photos and come back to find 3 of them gone and so forth. It’s enough to make me want to rip all my hair out. And I don’t have the time or patience for it at the moment. So here is a simple one photo post instead.
Currently I’m reading “Adios Barbie, Young Women Write About Body Image and Identity” and knitting pink tights. The irony is not lost on me, indeed it amuses me. I popped Mairi’s new ballet slippers in there just to top things off.
Our Sweet Wild Violet is in need of both socks and longies, tights seemed the logical conclusion.
I thought a book of essays would be just right for traveling. The experience of mothering girls has been in the forefront of my mind lately. In selecting What My Mother Gave Me, the inter-library loan system brought up Adios Barbie as a similar book. Other than being a book of essays written by women, it wasn’t. The former was poignant, the essays short, sweet and generally touching, hinting at the essence of each mother-daughter relationship. Adios Barbie didn’t really make much of a impression on me. While it’s interesting, sometimes even fascinating, to read about other people’s experience with body image and identity, the general tone and writing style wasn’t my cup of tea. It was so heavy on pop culture references that it felt dated less than a decade after being published. And in general it just didn’t really strike a chord with me. In all fairness to the book, I’m thinking it’s mostly an age/stage of life thing.