Grandma told me lots of stories about the bathtub gin parties she and Pop used to frequent before my dad came along. She was the epitome of style back in the day, and I can just see her all dolled up, with this coat on and the hat that's almost a perfect color match, arm linked with Pop strolling down the streets of Southern California.
A few of her old shoes made it into the trunk I brought with me from California, they're listed too, but not in nearly as good a shape as the pairs I sold to a Hollywood Prop Master.
This is one of the sides, it has some nice art deco effects stitched in, but no pockets. Why do "they" not put pockets in women's clothes?
Some of the lining didn't fare so well over the years, and I don't dare try to fix it myself. It's such a pretty fabric I'd hate to ruin it. I hope it finds a new home with someone who will love and care for it like Grandma did.
