My mother always had a knack for style and decoration (and she often took that passion out on me by putting the biggest bows imaginable in my hair).When I was in 5th grade, my friends used to say she looked like a cross between Sandra Bullock and Cindy Crawford. I never shared in their admiration openly, but secretly I reveled. My mom was definitely the favorite amongst my group. Years later in high school I'd come home from school to find my friends already sitting at my kitchen table chatting with my mom as she fed them delicious Italian afternoon snacks. And of course there was the occasional (but really more often than not) friend ransacking my mother's closet. It seems I'm not the only one who loves to share clothing with my mom.Fortunate for me, going home is always a double-prized expectation. I get to see what gifts my mother has put in my closet as well as whatever she's recently bought for herself. It's like having an older sister but better. My mother used to fight with her two sisters over what they would wear. With me, she just lets me indulge. I don't know if it's because of her generosity and total lack of selfishness or because she misses me while I'm away. I'm assuming it's a combination of both. Saying 'Thank you' could never be enough, so when she comes downstairs wearing something of mine, I know the gesture has been reciprocated on my end. There's definitely no better feeling of gratification than when the person you put on a fashionably-clad pedestal appears in the doorway wearing something from your closet.
Well, there may be one better feeling: finding out the new house you're moving into has a huge walk-in closet...for mom.
