When I was a little girl each Saturday my mother grandmother and me, had the ritual of going to the hometown haberdashery to see the novelties in the fabrics, buy that special accessory for the outfit that was to be made in the seamstress.
Each dress, each sweater was a unique piece. I could count on the fingers of one hand the pieces of clothing that my mother bought me at that time.
I still remember, as a teenager, the trips to my grandmother's wardrobe, where she kept all the clothing from the 1940's to the 1990's. I loved to escape there, try on clothes, and hear the stories associated with them. It was fascinating the individuality and story that was translated through every garment. Even today I have 3 dresses from the 60's and 70's in perfect conditions, they accompany me wherever I go.