Grieving and pregnant, Shiv Roy’s wardrobe speaks to those of us who have tried to hold it down at life-changing moments
In the days after my mother’s death, I spent a lot of time online looking for shoes to wear to her funeral.
Not an obvious reaction to grief. But while I had a dress – a black one with pretty red peonies that I kept rolled up in my bag when her illness began to accelerate during the summer – we were in lockdown so the shops were shut, and I wasn’t going to wear Birkenstocks. Eventually, I found some brogues on eBay and, after wiping them with Dettol, tried everything on. I looked nice, put together. But this was the problem. Looking “put together” seemed like the wrong response when I felt anything but. On the day of her funeral, I wore my mother’s navy skirt suit. It was too big and I was too hot, but for both reasons felt much more appropriate.
Morwenna Ferrier is the Guardian’s fashion and lifestyle editor
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