It was lined on one side with double racks of skirts, dresses, tops, and pants. On the other side was an open rack of maybe a hundred pairs of shoes. Some were clunky heeled; there were a lot styled from the 1940's in Mom's style. Beside those was a large selection of very stylish-looking high heels, very modern. A lot of them were extremely high, with sharp pointed heels. Stilettos, I think they're called.A large wooden chest stood in the corner, easily four feet long by three feet high. I looked at my mother. She smiled and nodded. I opened the lid cautiously.The chest was filled almost to the brim with piles and piles of nylon stockings. There was no packaging, no apparent organization - just hundreds and hundreds, maybe a thousand random nylons and pantyhose of various shades, sheens, textures, and type.I looked at my mother in askance."Those are all my castoffs," she said. "I've worn every one of those. They're such works of art; I can't bring my
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