My maternal grandmother passed in 2004, and I was fortunate enough to be with her at that time. She met my daughter, then just four months old. As my children grew, I began to wish very much my grandmother was still with me. I remember she asked me, after I had my daughter – the first great-grandchild – “Are you nursing?” What a wonderful woman.
I now carry two things of my grandmother’s: a platinum ring, and her 1950 Singer 15-91.
Well and, arguably, an irascible nature.
So yeah, it’s full of pockets. Five, all hidden. My grandma would approve. She was a li’l shady. There’d be a pack of cigarettes in one of these pockets, too. I smoked for seventeen years before quitting, so now I keep my phone there instead.
The waist patch pockets are lined and affixed by fell stitch. Even with a super-closeup, they are hard to see!
The coat features a 2″ padded hem, with an interlining and full satin lining:
The lining is semi-quilted – quilted in chevrons in the upper back, for stability and ease of wear:
Black buttons ala bakelite! No nonsense. I also liked the idea of a tidy collar, so I put some teeny tiny 3/8″ buttonholes in the collar:
My grandmother’s hair was waist long; she never wore it down, ever. In her later years she spent lots of money keeping it platinum. I can’t do platinum today, but I am doing my best, and thinking of her fondly.