When you talk to people who have lost someone close they eventually arrive at the point where it becomes the little things that make you miss them most.
Last week saw the coming and going of what would have been my mother’s 82nd birthday. It was a day of reflection and another day that I wished she was here to guide, to console and to make me laugh.
I have a cycle jacket that I love. It keeps me dry in the wet, protected from the wind and the extreme Canberra cold. It converts to a vest and it’s the most high viz yellow you can imagine. It has Issey Miyake style pleating across the shoulders that make it so easy to move in and whenever I wear it, which is practically every week, I want to call my Mum to tell her about this jacket. She would have loved the ingenuity of the design, she would have oohed and aahed over the pleats and she would probably have wanted to unpick all the seams to see how it was constructed.
Yes, I have spent another year without celebrating her birthday with her but it’s the details in that jacket that makes me momentarily forget that I can’t just call her.
It’s these little things that make me miss her the most.
Image above Pleats Please Issey Miyake 4 is copyright of Syrup Cohen – in case you didn’t know what Issey Miyake pleats look like. My Mum would have loved those colours.