When my father died my mother had all his clothes in black bags and off the the charity shop the next day and so all I managed to salvage was a trilby - his good one - which now sits atop one of the bookcases in my office. I actually wore it on the way home but it's just a tad too small for me and I wasn't quite old enough to pull it off.
I saved the sweater my mother made me over 65 years ago. One son and grandson also wore it. I still have my sorority blazer from 1954 and still "try" to get it for a laugh.
I posted this on my site and yours because I cared about your concern.Yes, buy that jacket and put a picture of your wearing it on your blog. I still long for a dress that I saw in 1960 and didn't buy.We knew we were being used but we knew we could help others by continuing our association for we learned so much from them . We've gotten a lot of help from rich people for our programs, including one who gave millions when we were working in South Africa helping to integrate the schools there in the 90s. There will be discussion of that in future blogs.Thanks for caring about our feelings but this was truly better than being ignored and someone had to help with the integration.
It's nice to know you've stopped by. Thanks.