Lilly Pulitzer, with Love
I have burst into tears three times in the last year.
The first, after viewing dogs euthanized in a gas chamber during the documentary One Nation Under Dog.
The second time after listening to Stevie Nicks recently sing Landslide, specifically the phrase children get older and I'm getting older too.
And now, Lilly Pulitzer has died.
Many out there might think of Lilly as one of the Palm Beach elite, but for me, viewing her portraits of the past was as if I was seeing my own mother, tanned brown as berries, brunette and oh, so fashionable.
Her fabric, her vintage prints with her name hidden within her fabric, was one lovely Lilly characteristic I shared with my own children as we searched thrift stores for vintage Lilly so many years ago and unbelievably, just last week, on Thursday, I shared the story of Lilly with my students as a person who transformed splattered juice into juice camouflage which unexpectedly became the uniform of those who cherished casual chic.
We searched her fabric for her name, unaware we were searching in the last days of her life.
Lilly never had to lift a finger to do anything, but she did, And I loved her for that.
I will miss you, Lilly. So very much.
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