"When my mother died, I was a teenager, and I wanted to keep a piece of her, which in my case meant some of her clothes…
I had long been fascinated with her collection of gloves, mainly elegant fabric or sleek leather ones, signs of a bygone time when women wore gloves when they went out. I never saw my mother wear any of these gloves. I read them as clues of who my mother had been as a woman, what she was like before I was born…and maybe in part as the woman I might later become….
I still keep the leather gloves in the bottom of my dresser, and try them on from time to time. I never have the occasion to wear them…but this pair of plain beige wool gloves- I wore these for several winters, literally wearing them out (I think there was already a hole in them when I started wearing them). They were warm and surprisingly snug fitting ( I never can get over that they fit me so well…)…they made me feel closer to her in a way…"
Suzanne Malitz
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