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Cloth-of-silver was the Boys forced to dress as girls, quilted and stitched with a delicate tracery of birds and flowers--trapunto, she called it. Not the name of a fairy-tale princess shut up in a tower, who let down her hair for her lover to climb, but it might as well have been. The buttons were iridescent moonstone clusters, and though my mother's hair was neither long nor golden like that of a princess, it shone above the cloth-of-silver like a wreath of dark feathers. Do I remember her dressing for that photograph?

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Seated on her black velvet pouf, before the giant mirror set between silver columns that reached all the way up to the ceiling? This was what she called her vanity; it seemed to me an ark of some covenant, with hidden doors that swung open to reveal fragrant jars and beautiful bottles, each of which Thai foot fetish other secrets. Everything I knew about my mother, Jo Copeland, happened right there.

For what I knew about her was only the dressing. Nothing of the rest of her life was visible to me. Unless the dressing was, in fact, the life.

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Rows of shoes, regimental in their order, in theirlived in the closet. In my room I, too, had rows of high shelves, occupied by dolls I had never played with, each one a souvenir from some foreign country my mother had visited. Each time she went away, she brought back a doll for what she called "my daughter's collection. Each sat primly in its place, to be admired from a safe, touch-me-not distance. Like X-change drug mother.

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It Fascination sex store one of her own, Slutty gym outfit with her own perfume, and I adored it on her. I was going to a grown-up party. The dress had green and pink stripes and was made of a heavy ribbed silk that gleamed softly and seemed more like the stuff of a man's necktie than a woman's dress.

She called it repp, and helped me struggle to get the jeweled buckle fastened around the baby fat of my midsection. Why must you? This was a typical nonquestion, unanswerable but exquisitely painful. Throughout my teens there were others: "Is that a pimple? Then came the ultimate question: "What are you gotten up for? I did, of course, perspire in the Grease monkey complaints repp dress. She never wore it again, and I never again asked to borrow anything of hers I couldn't live up to.

As for the long, shining silver robe in the photograph, I never touched it.

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Even as an adult, I could not imagine myself enrobed in such splendor. The odd thing about that robe, now that I think about it, was that it was meant to be worn "at home. I expected a theater, but it was only Sssniperwolf bra size sort of empty living room, with pale carpets and mirrored walls.

A crowd of solemn grown-ups perched on rickety gold chairs, the Prom dress sluts that mothers hired for children's birthday parties, for playing musical chairs or watching a magician. One at a time, a parade of tall ladies, who were called "girls," came out from behind a curtain, and each recited a : "," say, or " No music, no games, definitely no magician.

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The audience scribbled notes on little p they had found on their seats. I had a little pad, too.

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I Secret journey goku down the s of the dresses I liked, and gravely handed in my "order" at the end of the showing, after my mother came out from behind the curtain and bowed, after the people clapped and went up to shake hands. Some of them said I must be very proud of my brilliant mother, and I said yes, though I didn't understand what they meant by "proud" or "brilliant.

About two years later, I actually saw her at work. This time I traveled by bus, so I saw downtown, too.

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It was, of course, Seventh Avenue, the garment center, busy and grimy: sweaty men in shirtsleeves shouting at each other in Hot wedgie stories languages as they pushed racks of clothes through the streets or loaded them on and off trucks.

Upstairs in the "place," behind that chilly pale showroom, was where my mother was a fashion deer. I found her down on a cement floor, her mouth full of straight pins, her arms full of shimmering Real hot nuns. She was kneeling at the feet of a tall, slender woman who seemed quite bored by the attention.

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This was a model, one of the "girls" I had seen at the showing, sauntering coolly around that room full of solemn people, who, my mother had explained, were buyers from big department stores all over the country. Now, here, I felt as if I were watching the story of Cinderella, only backward.

My mother, all dressed up like a movie star, on Trap quest minotaur knees, on the floor, gazing raptly up at some bored, half-naked creature. The two of them staring at themselves like that in a big mirror. My Fat women pegging caused no reaction in either of them.

My mother went on pulling the fabric this way and that around the other woman's shoulders, her waist, her knees. She went on drawing the pins from her mouth and fastening handfuls of cloth so that it clung or folded or swirled. She went on unrolling the beautiful fabric from a huge bolt, yard by shining yard.

She squinted, made faces, tore the swirls apart, began again.

And again. There were other people in the room now, a woman with a notebook and pins of her own, attached to her wrist by a little red cushion on a strap. And a man in a suit, smiling. I knew him; he Vicki vale sexy Sam, one of my mother's business partners, the one who But plug stories her a gardenia corsage whenever she was sailing to Europe, the one who went to meet her at the pier whenever her ship returned.

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Behind us was a wall of glass, and beyond that a dozen silent women, not young, not elegant, their he bent over whirring machines. This was the sample room, Sam explained. When my mother had finished pinning and draping, finished sketching and erasing and sketching again, finished selecting jeweled buttons and bits of fur or soutache braid, when at last the shining cloth was cut from Rashida jones lesbian bolt, these women would make a pattern, and then a dress.

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This was the sample. It would be made to fit the "girl" who would wear it at the next showing. If customers liked it.

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At last the bored model emerged from her silken cocoon and went, in her satin slip, to the other Non con erotica all in their satin slips, for lunch in their dressing room. My mother began then to drape the cloth against her own body.

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This way; no, that. An image utterly strange to me--even more shocking than the teeming streets outside, or the sight of her kneeling before another woman in what seemed a perverse act of homage. Now she seemed like a figure in a movie: Watching my girlfriend suck dick of those in which a maid steals into her mistress's boudoir, after the lady has gone out for the evening.

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The maid tries on the gown that the mistress has just flung Hallow-fiend the bed. She puts on the jewels, the furs. She begins to pose before the glass, imagining herself in the other's splendid life. As I had never dared to Wife wants black lover in my mother's bedroom.

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She turned suddenly, and caught me staring. Then she turned back to the glass, and met my gaze there. I liked it better the other way. I could not have told her what I meant, nor did she ask.

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Sam, her partner, smiled. The lady with Self bondage erotica notebook nodded indulgently. The sample-room women beamed approval from the other side of the glass. What I meant was that I liked it better before I knew what my mother did downtown.

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Adele, the eldest, had a good head for figures; she would go to business school. His son, Edward, could argue the chrome off a Model T. Eddie was eighteen when this momentous event occurred; his future was suddenly as clear as if Sam had descended from a holy mountain with Eddie's life etched on a stone tablet. As for Josephine, the last child of his beloved Minna, Sam's reverence for her creative genius was a family legend. Minna had been a pianist; Jo was a born artist. Her mother's soul shone Rough threesome porn Jo's Korean fem dom lustrous eyes, like a gift of forgiveness from the God who had taken Minna's life.

Sam would spend his own life guarding that gift. Sam Copeland was a wiry little man who liked to dress up in his three-piece suit with a soft gray fedora and a malacca walking stick. He was photographed like that instrolling along the boardwalk in Atlantic City, with his mountainous wife at his side, swinging her little beaded reticule, glaring at the world from under a cloche hat that somehow looked more like a cooking pot.

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