ellen
my mom, who has taught me how strong family ties can be. elegance in not knowing how elegant you are. the art of the hunt & flair, memories from our days shopping at Loehmann’s trying on our discounted finds, while standing amongst the other ladies clad only in our undergarments, as we stood in front of the wall of mirrors and a few benches with no formal dressing rooms to be had. A collective, sharing how we can bring life to each garment.
esc: What do you remember about this ring?
ellen: My mom and pop.
esc: Do you remember your mom wearing it?
ellen: Oh yeah, I remember her wearing it on special occasions with my pop. I mean, with five kids at home, she wasn't wearing diamonds around the house.
esc: It’s beautiful Mom. Have you ever worn it?
ellen: No, I haven't.
esc: Why?
ellen: I don't know why. where am I going with it? I should wear it…
esc: As you slip it on what type of emotion do you feel?
ellen: it's nice connecting with, Mom.
esc: I would encourage you to wear it.
ellen: I know you would.
esc: Nothing's too precious that you can't —
ellen: Oh, I know that.
esc: So where does this ring live now?
ellen: It lives in the safety deposit box.
esc: where do you think it should live?
ellen: Oh, on my finger!
(to note, her mother’s ring has remained on her finger)
