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Once upon a time on a hot summer day I was driving and thinking of my daily routine stuff, when all of a sudden a man carrying a big gray suitcase crossed the road right in front of my car.
I slammed the breaks and boom!… that very moment I found myself in a different time. I am a little girl wearing the old-fashioned unlaced leather boots and a cute red jacket. It’s raining, pouring. I see a tall beautiful lady wearing a 20’s style pillbox hat and an elegant coat that fits her very well. This is my mom. We are at the rail station. I cry and don’t feel like walking, but my mom pulls my hand pretty tough. We are late and she seems to be upset and mad at me. In a hurry we have left our huge, almost as big as me, gray suitcase behind. I look back and see it lonely standing on the platform. There is something very important for me in this trunk…. I believe it happened in 20’s or 30’of the last century.
What was it? Time…

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  • Born on April 30
  • Joined July 17, 2011

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Cotton, silk, mohair yarn

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Once upon a time on a hot summer day I was driving and thinking of my daily routine stuff, when all of a sudden a man carrying a big gray suitcase crossed the road right in front of my car.
I slammed the breaks and boom!… that very moment I found myself in a different time. I am a little girl wearing the old-fashioned unlaced leather boots and a cute red jacket. It’s raining, pouring. I see a tall beautiful lady wearing a 20’s style pillbox hat and an elegant coat that fits her very well. This is my mom. We are at the rail station. I cry and don’t feel like walking, but my mom pulls my hand pretty tough. We are late and she seems to be upset and mad at me. In a hurry we have left our huge, almost as big as me, gray suitcase behind. I look back and see it lonely standing on the platform. There is something very important for me in this trunk…. I believe it happened in 20’s or 30’of the last century.
What was it? Time traveling? Gene’s memory? Or maybe just my crazy fantasy? Who knows… but since that day, I’ve been trying to find my mom’s pillbox hat and our lost in time gray suitcase. I search through all different places - thrift stores, garage sales, flea markets... No success so far, but I have found so many other hats, dresses and suits. They all are so beautiful, and each of them has so much history.
Thank you for visiting my shop and reading my story. Maybe you will find something very special here. Perhaps some of my findings will bring up your very sweet and touching memories. I will be happy then. Happy shopping!

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