Style Travels Through Time; 30 years after we somewhat have the same taste
A few weeks ago, I stumbled across a picture of my mother. A picture she had taken during her wedding ceremony in the 90’s. Of course, I was very excited and happy to travel back in time by viewing those photographs of almost 30 years ago. I definitely was very fascinated at how young both my parents looked. That picture, a constant reminder that time fleeth away without delay. With each glance , I compared smile lines that now exist on their faces to the invisible lines hardly seen , a reminder that we can not in anyway halt the genetic process of aging, a reminder to make hay while the sun shines as time indeed waits for no one. This was a moment that encapsulated the word Carpe diem for me.
A lot of thoughts came to mind as I gazed upon the picture and bombarded my mother who sat across our wooden dinning table with lots of questions. Questions that revolved around why, when, where and who?
So, I began with, “ mummy who took this picture’’? “What was happening while this picture was taken?” I even asked questions with obvious answers such as, “where was this picture taken?” It was quite obvious it was taken at my maternal grandparents house in Warri, Nigeria. To be more specific, it was taken in the living room where the images of my parents were captured as they stood in front of a dark brown wooden carving and a few other paintings hung on the wall. There was something striking about this picture, not the familiar and unfamiliar faces or the work of art hanging in the background ;wooden carvings, but the eerie similarity in clothing style of my mother’s traditional blouse and a dress I got custom-tailored for my twenty-fourth birthday dinner in Vancouver.
I describe my grandmother as a woman of many parts.
My grandmother was many things … a few of those I had witnessed and come to experience first-hand. My mother told me she was an international caterer, a seamstress and a business woman. I have a recollection of my seven/eight year old self watching my grandmother as she sat on a chair beside the window which filtered in bright sun rays as she pedalled her foot on the manual sewing singers machine to piece fabrics neatly cut into patterns to make beautiful outfits. I recall she once made the school sports wear my siblings and I wore while in primary school.
I had always known my grandma made most of mother’s clothes till or even after she got married. I knew she made my mum’s wedding outfit for her special day. I had seen that particular picture of my parents countless times while growing up but somehow, somewhere, I stumbled upon that picture again, say after a good number of years. This time my interpretation of the picture was different. There was a different meaning to it. I realized my mothers choice of blouse for her wedding ceremony was eerily similar to the choice of style I chose for my twenty-fourth birthday celebration. It was unreal.
Although our outfits were made with different materials but an interesting similarity in style. My dress made of Ankara print material, a puff shouldered sleeve dress while my mum’s blouse made of pink satin material. However, I had come to realize that my grandmother and mum had come together to choose this style way before I ever existed on planet earth. Of course, I was surprised but a little voice echoed from within; '‘You have the same DNA’’
I wonder and still wonder if my deep-likening to that style was/is influenced by the genes that ran through my grandmother, runs through my mother and flows through my blood. Could it have been a mere coincidence that we somewhat have the same thought-pattern. This to me is thought-provoking. I would like for you to share if you’ve had a similar experience or can relate to this experience of mine.