This is one thing I love about winter. I mean, real winter, when it is really cold. After all we don't get really cold very often, and certainly not for very long. But when the cold air settles, I love wearing my mother's robe. It if heavy, faded,cotton. I can't think of what the fabric is called, but bedspreads were made of this type of fabric. The fuzzy part made lines in the fabric.
I didn't keep many material things when my mother died, her wedding rings, a few dishes, a cookie jar and her robe.
When I wear the robe, I feel her arms around me. Is there a better feeling than being wrapped in your mother's arms? What safer place, what better place to be??
I treasure the memories of my mother. What a wonderful, wonderful woman she was. I feel like I am entrusted with a legacy to continue the goodness she shared. I, in NO way, am close to her goodness. But at least I had the perfect example.
I miss my mother.
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Chenille -- a fabric woven from a velvety cord and used for rugs, curtains, bedspreads and robes.
Can you believe I acturally found a noun in my head. Had to look it up to make sure I spelled it right. Sure enough, I had an "e" were the "i" needed to be. Chenille is French for caterpiller.
Yes, I know exactly what your robe is like...warm and loving.
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