THE MEANING OF OBJECTS...

Or, objects with meaning:  Why do some objects have greater meaning than others?

Example: My mother's Betsey Johnson cloud and star print blouse which I write about in Spent.

My mother used to wear this blouse back in the mid 70's.  She wore it with her extra-wide, black satin palazzo pants. I was entranced by my mother when she wore this outfit. I was also in awe of the designer Betsey Johnson.

While still a teenager I modeled in Johnson's runway shows and later, while a fashion journalist, was privileged to review her collections.And when my mother died, it was her clothing, including the  Betsey Johnson, which I inherited.

It's this strange confluence of events that swirl around this object, this blouse. And over the years it seems to gain menaing rather than lose any. 

But that's the fascinating thing about objects; they very often outlive us. They go on to have other lives without us. Still, the memory of my mother is imbued in this blouse, and that's what elevates its sentimental value.

I don't think my mother could have imagined her clothing would end up on a blog. She had never even heard of a blog, having passed away many years before they even existed.

Maybe, one day, this blouse will end up in other strange places, perhaps even somewhere past the clouds and the stars. For right now, it's here on my website on the Internet in Cyberspace... continuing.