On this Part 2 of my series of posts, which I’m re-blogging and dedicating to my Tita Lola [whose natal day is on.the 3rd of this month of August], I recall the ways that I showed my love for — having her dresses made, most notably during her birthday and Christmas holidays; fixing her up — putting on her makeup and styling her hair.
Like a doll. Like a little girl — as how Tita Lola was.
How I showed my love for her might appear to have been quite shallow. Superficial. Purely material.
But it made her feel special, loved, and cared for—one of the rare times when I showed her some respect.
Perhaps, my way of making up for all the times when I didn’t.
[Continued from “Childish and child-like was my aunt — In memory of Tita Lola – Part 1“]
I selected fabric designs that veered away from the old-fashioned floral prints and motifs, which are usually chosen and worn by women of her generation. I picked materials of the most vibrant colors. I stayed away from the dull browns, plain navy blues, or other drab shades and dull prints.
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I chose colors and designs that would make her come alive. Look youthful. Cheerful. Prettiest of pinks. Lemony yellows and citrusy oranges. Lime greens and aquamarine blues. Jewel tones, and oh, just the brightest of colors!
And she surely stood out from traditional women of her age grouping, the “manangs,” who go by conventional clothes with colors that seem to speak of nothing but doom and gloom. Like they’re on an ongoing mourning! 🙂
That was one of…
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