FLASHBACK → LIFETAKES Issue 483 (365) · October 29, 2013

Deep Pockets

It is from their pockets that I learn what they love, what they have eaten, how they have behaved in school, and just the little things that they hold dear.

Deep Pockets

However, there was some confusion and lack of consistency in my fashion education. My mother disregarded this rule. She only bought skirts with pockets. Every time she’d come home from a shopping trip she’d hold up a bag, triumphant. “Look I what I paid for this skirt! It was a bargain!” And we would say, “But Ma, what about the pockets? Does it have pockets?”

She would smile. “Of course, of course, what is a skirt without pockets?”

We would shake our heads. “We won’t tell Grandma on you!”

I understood why my mother loved pockets so much, enough to defy a fashion rule. She liked to have her keys and money close at hand, but more important, it was also an integral element of a popular ruse to deter would-be thieves.

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