My Mum would have been 89 years old today. In a previous post I featured a special gift she had been given for her 21st birthday, and a letter she wrote to her estranged father describing the occasion. The letter also mentions other gifts she received, including a “gold bag”.
This golden bag was found amongst Mum’s things after she died, and it may well have been the one mentioned in that letter. The gold filigree braid is tattered and much of the stitching has come loose, so it has been well worn and loved. I don’t remember ever seeing her with it, but she kept everything; I can imagine her stowing this away when it was no longer useable, unable to bear parting with it. Perhaps it was a gift from someone special (her former boyfriend David?). The bag reminds me that, long before I knew her, my mother was a glamorous and fashionable young woman.
Happy Birthday, Mum.