In the studio today I'm listening to Patty Griffin. Her music makes me a little tender-hearted. Some days I know better than to listen to these few artists whose lyrics dig so deep (go right to Jack Johnson, don't risk it). Thinking about my mom today and the amazing thank you note she sent, so I'm okay with being sentimental. And then I was paging through the Mothers and Daughters at Home book and reminded that so much of the book is inspired by her, is about her. This is the purse she carried around for a number of years. Someone named Kathy Kraft (how amazing is that?) made it for her and it reflects the details of her life then. In the 60's Mom had a dress shop called the Yum Yum Tree (click to enlarge and see the logo beside the door), a name which I didn't really get. I missed that movie or play or whatever it pays homage to- and wanted it to be a cooler name that my friends would like. But the shop was my mother's life away from us- for her, it was the validation she needed in the changing world outside the house. And true to form, she did brilliantly with it, her customer base, her sales, her eye for beautiful clothing that flattered. We were so proud of her, that chance to fly- it was the beginning of many more independent moments and choices. My brave Mom.
I think the maker cut up a Joan Walsh Anglund book, the beloved illustrator of my youth. This is me on the back, our black cat that I remember as brown striped.
And my brothers, Taylor and Charlie. Climbing trees, cutting them down, building forts and mischief. They had a picture book life together as little guys.
I love this clunky, wood, vintagey, crafty purse- the pattern and colors of the fabric lining too. It's right here on my desk where it holds my rug-hooking tools. Hardly ever use them these days, but the purse - even empty of things- is a cherished memory box of my life, her life, what we all shared then and now. Think it's time to switch over to Jack Johnson, but it's good- it's good to remember. Thanks, Mom. I am inspired. Love.
It sounds like you have a wonderful insight into your mothers life and what she needed and wanted to do for herself. What a truly priceless gift is seems she has given you. The purse is a very precious piece. I love that you have it on display and that you use it for "everyday".
Posted by: tamy | August 06, 2007 at 10:33 PM
The purse is amazing and such memories it holds, precious indeed.
Posted by: carolyn | August 07, 2007 at 05:49 AM
Oh wow... what an INCREDIBLE token to your mother and to your childhood... Charlotte that purse is priceless! Oh how special and precious THAT is. And as usual, your gift with words touched my heart so very much. Thank you for sharing with us.
xo,
Kim
Posted by: Daisy Cottage | August 07, 2007 at 07:22 AM
Such a lovely post. That purse is amazing and so great to hear the story that goes along with it.
sheree
Posted by: sheree schattenmann | August 07, 2007 at 09:21 AM
I love so many thing about this post.
1)My son sings. He's in a band, but when he performs acoustically he does a lot of Jack Johnson. I love to here Aaron sing the words of Jack Johnson!
2)Joan Walsh Anglund! Also a favorite! Reminds me of my childhood. I have a small book of hers that my friend, Laura, gave me when we were 5. I still display it proudly as you do your magnificent purse.
3)Kathy Kraft! Love that name. Now wishing my name was Diane Doodles. ARgh! So close.
Posted by: Diane Duda | August 07, 2007 at 09:26 AM
What a precious treasure this sweet bag is, Charlotte! How personal and unique. It speaks of your mom, your family, and of the friend who poured her love into it. You're so very lucky to have it.
I was thinking about you yesterday when I was in a paper shop and there was a Be Good Tanyas album playing (you and I had had a little convo about them a while back). Speaking of Patty Griffin, my hubby and I decided yesterday that we're going to learn her "Truth No.2" to perform at a local open mike venue. He plays guitar and sings, I sing and play violin or ukulele, mandolin, tin whistle, whatever takes my fancy.
Thanks so much for the link :)
Posted by: Lilli | August 07, 2007 at 10:28 AM
Ohhh I wish you could see how green with envy I am. I LOVE the storybook purse and what a sweet memory. Treasure that purse it is amazing. Xerox Clarice
Posted by: clarice | August 07, 2007 at 11:11 AM
Love the purse, and it's story. I just love it when such a small thing means has so much meaning. I have a christmas ornament, that I blogged about, that reminds me of my grandpa, and makes me sentimental every year when I put it on the tree.
And I was just trying to describe to someone the other day, the Joan Walsh Angland dolls, that I used to collect when I was about 12 or 13. They were so cute, with their big heads, yarn hair, and little eyes!! I haven't seen one of them for years and years.
Posted by: natalie | August 07, 2007 at 12:40 PM
What a sweet tangible item to have sitting in front of you to remind you of sweet intangible memories...
Lovely post Charlotte.
Posted by: lauren Mumford | August 07, 2007 at 01:41 PM
That wonderful purse just takes my breath away! Reminds me of one my mom used to carry too! Thanks so so much for sharing such a wonderful memory of your lovely mother. :)))) XXOO, Beth
Posted by: Elizabeth Holcombe | August 07, 2007 at 04:34 PM
Your Mom is so cute!! I love the purse and I used to LOVE Joan Walsh Anglund illustrations and books. I had lots of them in high school just because they were so adorable and quaint. Haven't thought about that in a long time. Was great to see her work on that purse!!
Posted by: teresa | August 07, 2007 at 05:50 PM
such an incredibly moving story....
you have such an amazing way with words...I would be in a puddle listening to Patti Griffin and writing those words....remembering those things.
thanks for sharing.....SO sweet!
xo
Posted by: catherine | August 07, 2007 at 08:53 PM
What a treasure and a history.
It just made me smile reading about it.
Posted by: Tinkerblue | August 07, 2007 at 10:57 PM
A lovely post, and a beautiful memory...
Smiles..
Beverly
Posted by: tea time and roses | August 08, 2007 at 10:43 AM
I just love this purse and the wonderful story that goes along with it. What a treasure to have forever. Thanks for sharing it.
Posted by: Teri | August 08, 2007 at 11:14 AM
Have you got a tissue? What a lovely post & an incredible reminder that death is never an end, but just a separation where we can only be linked to those we love by memory. I always reckon people remember in sort of similar ways to how they learn, that some people need music to get the full memory hit, others need pictures and others, things. What a lovely physical link the purse must be and how lucky you are to have it. Bless.
Posted by: Angel Jem | August 08, 2007 at 04:27 PM
What a treasure you have...it brought me to tears.
And your Mother & Daughter book has been a happy & memorable part of my summer activities with my young daughters.
Thank you for the inspiration!
Posted by: Kelley ~ JunqueyGal | August 10, 2007 at 11:26 PM
Patty Griffin is my favorite. :)
Posted by: Sadie Olive | August 13, 2007 at 05:51 PM
What a sweet story and such a wonderful treasure to pass on to your own daughter some day.
Posted by: Betty @ She's Sew Pretty | August 21, 2007 at 10:13 PM