Pretty Printed Pants

Or as the British say “Trousers.” [Fancy.]

Growing up, a lot of our vacations were spent in Ballwin, MO visiting my dad’s sisters and parents. Even with one suitcase she shared with my dad, she would still have perfectly prepared outfits for each day that matched the occasion. I always loved these fancy pants of hers and she loved pairing it with either this blouse or a loose deconstructed blazer. In this photo, my grandparents — Mama Rose & Papa Ceto — are showing her and my Uncle Monet (in the background) the vegetable garden diligently sowed by my Uncle Naning during a lunch at his and my Tita (Aunt) Josie’s home after church.*

This season, mom would surely adore these flower power slacks. I can see her matching it with her many tops—and purses. I would probably wear it similarly with a tee. Now if I can just find these turquoise shoes too, I’ll be good to go!

*Editorial note: I’m sure they are all enjoying my Uncle Naning’s garden in heaven as all—including my Uncle Naning—have passed on. I know they are watching over us always. Rest in peace, my family.

Who wears short shorts?

Apparently my mom. Well, back in the day (circa 1977?). She will always be my style icon and this pic goes to show that you gotta flaunt what your mama gave you — even if it’s going to an amusement park with your kid!

Fast forward to today, I would totally rock these flattering folded cuff shorts from Piperlime. Hopefully soon. {insert sigh here}

How It All Started

mom in paris

It all started with this picture. I see it everyday when I pass by the china cabinet where the urn of my mom resides. It’s literal stuck in the seam of the outside glass pane. How independent for a 20-something born and raised in what was then a rural town in the Philippines (Sta Rosa, Laguna) to set off for Europe with some girlfriends in the mid-60s. I don’t think I ever had that drive even in my late 30’s when I was at least financial secure to pursue something adventurous like that.

As I admire pictures of my mom through the years, I realize that they have so many stories to tell. Although she is no longer here to share them, I recently have found inspiration in all these imagery from how she carried herself, her fashionable style to the simple expression on her face.

I’m looking forward to honoring my mom with this blog and sharing how much she is still a part of my life.

Christine Resuma de Castro
Conchita’s Daughter