My grandma & I used to play a game called cloud reading. When I visited her in Chicago, we'd grab disposable cameras and take photos of the sky blindly throughout the week. We'd get the photos developed, lay them across her dining room table. Pointing to the shapes, sharing what we saw, shifting the photos around, and our bodies around the table to see everything from a hundred angles. And this -- this was my Grammy. Cloud-reader, writer, belly-laugher, world wanderer, an excessive photo taker. My love of documenting was certainly an inherited trait.
She died almost fourteen years ago. That number is impossible to believe -- well over half of my lifetime without her. (Does it ever become believable?) When I saw this cloud-covered dress, I knew it would be the perfect homage to my cloud-reading Grammy.
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