I think a lot about the way old, soft, thin quilts smell when they are on a grassy lawn in the sun. The fragrance-memory is powerful.

And that’s why I was happy to discover this old family photo the other day. I’m the kid on the left* and while I don’t have a recollection of this exact moment, the photo evokes the essence of sun-warmed cotton fabric.

My mom was 31 when this photo was made, but she looks heartbreakingly young. And those glasses? I’d wear them right this minute.

vintage family photo, dated 1959
Lubbock, Texas

*I think that, as a three year old, I had a remarkably strong side-eye game.