My grandmother radiated feminity while my mom was a rebel. During my childhood, “Mom Mom” put her hair in rollers and always wore lipstick. Everything was meticulous. She loved silken nightgowns and heavy velvet robes. Here I picture myself wearing a couple of her nighty jackets from Sears Roebuck, possibly late 1960′s era.
My mother has never worn a bra and actively participated in 1960′s and 1970′s hippy activities. Mom Mom always nagged her to wear one and I chimed in and agreed. Now I respect the styles of both the blue-eyed blonde and my firey brunette mother.