The Love Of Two Women For One Another Made Me Love Myself

The love of my mother helped too

George Barbier, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

I am not from the US, so I don’t really know how people over there really feel about the events of the past few weeks— I mean, I know, but I can’t feel affected by it the same way they are.

I’ve been trying to find a way to externalize these things, without much success.

So I decided to write about love, which is what I’m good for.

Recently, I came back from doing some late night shopping on the street and it’s was right on time to feel the first flakes of snow of the season.

I tried to find some art about it, and stumbled upon this pretty cover of Harper’s Bazar from 1916 (and it’s just one “a” because it was that way back then).

The rest is history…

(Or fiction!)

Fashion Ladies had been the subject of many conversations between me and my mother. We would see them leaving their building with the dog in the middle of the afternoon, they’d walk around the park at a nice and slow pace, pointing to things on trees, laughing out loud, letting the dog run around and chasing after birds before it came back to them, and they’d look happy!