it's a warm day and i've been working up a sweat from squeezing in and out of ma's qipao. raiding her wardrobe has turned out to be more rewarding than going through other people's clothing at a flea market.
we have a wedding to go to two months and four days from today. it's a good girl friend's wedding, which in my book is up there with dressing up for your own wedding. yesterday i got that crinkly green silk frock from warehouse. today it was ma's turn to wonder what she should wear. she's been outgrowing her clothing - it might be menopause - so when she says, "i have nothing to wear," she means it more than most women.
ma: "what about that skirt i got from this fashion last week?"
(it's a big black boho skirt. it's nice. it is also (a) too casual, (b) too young for her. i don't have the heart to tell her, however.)
me: "no lah. no lah. what about your qipao?"
soon, she was taking them out to show me how they were too tight for her: a baby blue floral one, a red one - and a red and white beauty with white buttons on the bodice. i was in love.
ma had narrow boyish hips and she still does. it's mostly her waist that has widened. my hip measurement is 40 inches on a good day - obviously, i didn't get that from her. so, her qipao are too tight for me, too. some serious alterations are needed soon.
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