pajamas, quilts, and the invisible truth
In a recent Dear Prudence — one of Catherine's and my favorite semi-guilty pleasures — there's a question from a woman who wonders whether it's creepy that she wants to keep her dead grandmother's pajamas and wear them. Prudence quite reasonably says it's a heartwarming thing and not creepy at all. Then there's a note from the Editor that says this:
A Note From Prudie's Editor: Here's another idea for Grandma's P.J.s—have them made into a quilt, along with some of her other clothing or belongings.
Our truest messages are often invisible, and often encoded within our very grammar. Did you notice? "Have them made." Go find yourself one of those quilters and have that person make you a quilt. The editor, quite rightly, assumes that the reader would never dream of making a quilt herself.
A Note From Prudie's Editor: Here's another idea for Grandma's P.J.s—have them made into a quilt, along with some of her other clothing or belongings.
Our truest messages are often invisible, and often encoded within our very grammar. Did you notice? "Have them made." Go find yourself one of those quilters and have that person make you a quilt. The editor, quite rightly, assumes that the reader would never dream of making a quilt herself.
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