Today is my birthday, but more on that in a minute. This weekend I had brunch with my mom for Mother’s Day and she actually gave me a present. The grandmother of a co-worker of hers had filled a grocery bag full of small boxes. “I don’t know what’s in there,” she said. “Handkerchiefs and things. Maybe Catie would want it.” How could I say no?
And that’s how roughly a dozen little department store boxes (from storied San Francisco establishments like I. Magnin, Emporium and Paragon) came into my life. Above is about half the stack. Inside each box were either handkerchiefs or tea towels, but there were also some pillowcases and in one special box was a white rayon full slip. Nearly everything is dead stock. Some of it will come into the shop in the coming weeks.
Tucked in between two boxes were two birthday cards. One designed for a husband to give his wife, the other for a mother to give her daughter. It was kind of a cool thing to find, considering my mom gave this bag to me just a couple days before my actual birthday.