College bound and purple polka-dot pajamas

photo-83This is what I was wearing two nights ago, at 10:15, when my son Eric started screaming: my purple polka-dot pajamas. I remember the moment perfectly: my younger son, Cam, had just gone to bed, as had Eric. It had been a long day in a series of long days, watching Eric pace and panic (as every high school senior does) as he waited to hear from all of his colleges. After hearing him scream, I ran to Eric and then I saw it: the biggest smile I had seen in months. He had news that he had been accepted to his favorite school, marking the last of the schools on his list. He was thrilled. We hugged and cried. It was over. Now we knew.

I will remember this evening and never forget what I was wearing. Ever since reading Ilene Beckerman’s book, Love, Loss, and What I Wore,  which I feature on the blog here, I am reminded of every important moment in my life in terms of the clothes I wore. Think about it: go back to the moments of your life, the good, the bad and the ugly, and you will probably remember what you were wearing. In my life, I don’t always remember the events, but I always remember the clothes. That won’t be the case with my purple polka-dot pajamas. Funny, too, that I am wearing Pantone’s 2014 IT color: Radiant Orchid. Who knew???

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What happened to Jacqueline Kennedy’s pink Chanel suit?

November 22, 1963 - Dallas, Texas   Photo Credit: Art Rickerby, Time & Life Pictures, via Getty Images

November 22, 1963 – Dallas, Texas – Photo Credit: Art Rickerby, Time & Life Pictures, via Getty Images

We are fast approaching the 50th anniversary of the fateful day in Dallas when President Kennedy was assassinated. I have been glued to the on-air coverage: recollections, investigations, interviews and recreations. The mystery of the events of that day are profound. But nothing is more poignant, in my opinion, than the stories of Jacqueline Kennedy’s fierce loyalty and strength. In one program, a secret service agent describes how she protected President Kennedy’s body and head and wouldn’t let go until he himself covered the body with his jacket. And then there is Jacqueline Kennedy’s unforgettable pink Chanel suit and pillbox hat. It tells the story, as our clothing does, of the horrific events of the day and is literally stained in our memories forever. Prolific New York Times’ fashion critic Cathy Horyn updates us on the whereabouts of this most famous suit, now preserved by the National Archives in her article, published yesterday. Continue reading

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