After finding a box of my Nana's stuff- cut-off-the-shoulder sweatshirts and T's (even a sweet Harley one), pictures of her modeling and jewelry that she modeled- I feel refreshed. It feels so rad wearing stuff that she did. Though finding her things I feel that I have found myself. Everyone has always said that I was the apple of her eye. We are so much alike: our likes and dislikes, our yearning to help people in need, our favourite colour and food, how my mom drives (well drove) us both crazy, and now our wardrobe. I really miss her from time to time and this is a time when I really have needed her. I know that she is always with me in my heart and now her clothes are a daily reminder of her.