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Jennifer Balink The view from here May 8, 2013May 18, 2013 1 Minute

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I call this dress “The Sound of Music.” If you knew my mother, then you probably don’t need another word of backstory to understand the reference. But for everyone else, the story, as I know it (and who’s to say otherwise, because all the characters are now in the Great Beyond) is this: these curtains belonged to my great-grandmother on my father’s side. Nana had them in the house on Elzey, the one that was big enough to hold all of the then-grown Larkey children and their spouses and children for a little while during the Great Depression. Nana gave the curtains to her daughter who then gave them to my mother when a Christmas Eve fire in our attic left us displaced and my mother and sister (I was in college) moved into a short term rental house two doors down from my great aunt, who helped my mother furnish the rental. My mother gave the curtains to me when I bought my first house. I packed them into a zippered storage bag when I moved to Omaha and then toted them along for all the years that followed, right up until this winter when I was frantically searching for the box of French lace that I saved, from my mother’s sewing things, to make my daughter’s graduation dress. I still haven’t found that lace. The curtains, then, were at first a substitute for the original plan. They were plan B. My mother, the hand-sewing, piano teaching, enterprising writer, always had a plan B (and C, and D, and so on). My hand stitching isn’t as delicate as hers, but I think she’d approve. Who’s to say otherwise?

“Make it pretty on the inside,” that’s what my mama always said.

Tipsy Tumbler just arrived, so it’s a party now! Corner of Peabody and Belvedere (fenced lot - park on Belvedere). We’re here til 4!

Can’t let today end without a little Yoda and Chewbacca. #maythe4thbewithyou

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I call this dress “The Sound of Music.” If you knew my mother, then you probably don’t need another word of backstory to understand the reference. But for everyone else, the story, as I know it (and who’s to say otherwise, because all the characters are now in the Great Beyond) is this: these curtains belonged to my great-grandmother on my father’s side. Nana had them in the house on Elzey, the one that was big enough to hold all of the then-grown Larkey children and their spouses and children for a little while during the Great Depression. Nana gave the curtains to her daughter who then gave them to my mother when a Christmas Eve fire in our attic left us displaced and my mother and sister (I was in college) moved into a short term rental house two doors down from my great aunt, who helped my mother furnish the rental. My mother gave the curtains to me when I bought my first house. I packed them into a zippered storage bag when I moved to Omaha and then toted them along for all the years that followed, right up until this winter when I was frantically searching for the box of French lace that I saved, from my mother’s sewing things, to make my daughter’s graduation dress. I still haven’t found that lace. The curtains, then, were at first a substitute for the original plan. They were plan B. My mother, the hand-sewing, piano teaching, enterprising writer, always had a plan B (and C, and D, and so on). My hand stitching isn’t as delicate as hers, but I think she’d approve. Who’s to say otherwise?

“Make it pretty on the inside,” that’s what my mama always said.

Tipsy Tumbler just arrived, so it’s a party now! Corner of Peabody and Belvedere (fenced lot - park on Belvedere). We’re here til 4!

Can’t let today end without a little Yoda and Chewbacca. #maythe4thbewithyou

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