MOM AND FUN COLLAGES.

Hey, another blog post.

Summer feels much better this year with less heat and sweat. Good news is, I haven't got tanned much. Still pale with no sign of pimples or such. 

I made a so-called childhood discovery several days ago: an eight-year-old Upwords, which is a 3D Scrabble, a decade-old coin collection, my mother's red leather luggage tag with her handwriting, her wedding ring box from Berlin, and some pieces of paper she jotted down phone numbers onto, which I admit were found by my sneaky wallet behavior. 

They were all in good quality and memory. I like the idea of possessing old stuffs with Western aesthetics. I thank my mom for it. She used to tell me stories about her lunch always being smashed potatoes and sausage, when she and her friends would have parties, how fast the German trains could be and what was the difference between a well-tailored piece and a fast-fashion product. I have a beautiful, red thick coat 'Made in Germany' handed down by my sister. It's the same age as mine. Put it on in the winter here, you'll never know cold. 

Even now, my mother's wardrobe is still with us. Sometimes I open the door to hear the creaking sound of the wood and smell the scent of old sweaters. There's this one in pink with white stars, pretty much like Stella McCartney. And another one with rhombic-cell pattern in dusty yellow, blue and pink. My mother had a nice figure so everything she wore fitted and matched an idea of style. 

Like other normal women, she had a habit of fixing my clothes without my willingness. I only noticed the change after showering, when I put my night clothes on. It could be a more flexible pants' rubber band, bigger pockets or none, shorter legs, or even a patch with a different pattern. My night clothes used to be full of floral and geometric prints. Several of them were made by mother herself. Before heading to Germany, she worked as a tailor for a garment factory in Vietnam, where she befriended needles and threads. I was exposed to fashion like that. We, indeed, had biscuit boxes for thread rolls, aka snack bummer; silver food wrapper to keep the needles; tiny boxes for buttons; and other silly tools I still have no idea how to use today.