tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016135620945059332.post598276689523607666..comments2022-11-22T03:32:20.063-08:00Comments on What's Her Tights: Radical Fashion, Queer Politics: Family TiesLittle Ms Whatshertightshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12411610968921613163noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016135620945059332.post-84605062052903770182008-12-19T11:42:00.000-08:002008-12-19T11:42:00.000-08:00I feel so choked up reading this sweet sweet memor...I feel so choked up reading this sweet sweet memory, Pisces '76. Thanks so much for sharing. Thanks to all of you who have shared stories here. I love this. Keep writing!Little Ms Whatshertightshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12411610968921613163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016135620945059332.post-74266078746428305342008-12-16T17:57:00.000-08:002008-12-16T17:57:00.000-08:00Thank you for writing this blog!After my grandpa d...Thank you for writing this blog!<BR/><BR/>After my grandpa died we had to clean out his closet from the assisted living place. As I removed his neatly pressed pants from the hangers I discovered a folder newspaper under each pair. He had been padding his hangers with newspapers to keep a line from forming on his pants! Most of the newspapers were from the 1950s and 60's because he'd been using the hangers for over 50 years. <BR/><BR/>My grandpa also loved to wear these big thick rainbow suspenders. My mom wanted him to be buried in these glorious suspenders - but the rest of the family was vocally opposed. <BR/><BR/>At his wake my mom set out a bunch of his favorite t-shirts. These included one I sent from Guatemala with the UNRG's political symbol, a big yellow ear of corn, right in the middle. There was also one he made himself with an iron-on turtle and the message: you only make progress when you stick your neck out. His union and anti-war shirts also draped the table. All were faded and well-worn. At night I sleep in the turtle shirt dream of my grandpa.pisces76https://www.blogger.com/profile/13014481640305158270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016135620945059332.post-64640560187180587002008-12-07T18:10:00.000-08:002008-12-07T18:10:00.000-08:00i only saved some classy t-shirts of my mom's: the...i only saved some classy t-shirts of my mom's: the one you've seen me wear almost nightly, "miller's girl's night out" along with ones about Stress and PMS. <BR/><BR/>it's strange how, at one time, our styles were actually very similar--before discovering that fat girls can wear sexy, stylish clothes, too--now, these t's serve as a memory of both my mother and of an old me.lady_ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06395390921705846757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016135620945059332.post-89488784842930474752008-12-02T13:32:00.000-08:002008-12-02T13:32:00.000-08:00These relics act as a bridge. From the past they f...These relics act as a bridge. From the past they find new life in the present, and we carry the lives that inhabit the relics. My pop-pop’s threadbare blue jacket: I imagine his smile, his cologne (or absence-trout/or burned coffee) and his voice saying, “Howdy.” I tried to toss it once, but Casey brought me back to my senses. I will wear it till it dissolves. Family Ties: I love ties. However, I just adore ascots. <BR/>Heck, I just love going ball out in costumes.Rodneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06548469195218757528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016135620945059332.post-42996281219741175602008-12-02T09:21:00.000-08:002008-12-02T09:21:00.000-08:00thank you for sharing that. i just got teary read...thank you for sharing that. i just got teary reading your story. i love that you kept her purses and "hid" them. at first i felt like i needed to hide the clothes i wanted to keep for myself. but when i told my mom i was taking some ties she thought it was sweet and my sentimentality surprised her considering how robotically i went about going through the closet. she couldn't be in the bedroom with me as i did this work (which actually took three days). but i'm so glad i took this on. it gave me a different perspective on his death and life in a significant way. three important days of my life that i'll never forget.<BR/><BR/>you are welcome to wear that tie again.Little Ms Whatshertightshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12411610968921613163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1016135620945059332.post-31756862860961376972008-12-01T22:23:00.000-08:002008-12-01T22:23:00.000-08:00It's interesting what you say about the connection...It's interesting what you say about the connection between fashion and mourning. Reading your blog I was reminded of going through my mom's clothes after she died. Some of the clothes went to my sisters-in-law. I didn't keep any of her actual clothes for myself. But, for some reason, when we were gathering the her stuff to give to goodwill, I hid all of her purses in my closet. They are still there. I am really not sure why I did it, but I guess they seemed to signify my mom to me more than any of her clothes. It's not that they are all that fashionable (some of them are down right strange, like the one that looks just like a picnic basket and is yet probably my favorite)...it's just that they are so inextricably tied to her. It's strange how certain articles of clothes or accessories can come to represent someone so completely. <BR/><BR/>But back to ties...and specifically your dad's ties. I am reminded also of the fact that I wore one of your dad's ties (his knot still intact) to my ex-girlfriend's lesbian wedding.Alistair LaQuisha Spiritrunnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13912185371333520981noreply@blogger.com