A nostalgic journey through childhood, the sacred rituals of the mall, and the enduring bond with my great-grandmother, who taught me the art of sales racks.
As a fellow disciple of the Del Amo, I knew this would be a beautiful piece, but I had no idea I’d be in tears within the first few paragraphs. 🥹 I said Del Amo raised me, but only through the eyes my brilliant, savvy, Macy’s-purse-wearing grandma.
I spent the childhood summers of the 2000s visiting my grandparents and they always tried to plan some sort of special day for each of my siblings and cousins — surfing, the aquarium, but for me, it was always a 6+ hour day at the Del Amo with my grandma. I’ve been back in recent years and the modern updates just don’t hit the same — or maybe it’s the fact that my grandma doesn’t walk long distances anymore and isn’t there beside me as we make the long trek from the Macy’s parking lot to the more updated open-air Urban Outfitters.
Love this so much, Mya! I can’t wait to share this with my Mimi. ❤️
Hi Maya, I got teary reading this. I grew up in a clothing manufacturing capital and quality family time was spent at sample sales, street hawkers, and of course talking about and getting tactical at SALES. It's not easy to explain one's curiosity and perhaps even obsession with clothes; you shared your origin story with tenderness and clarity. I loved the photos and the introduction to your nana. Thank you for sharing your journey.
This is the sweetest tribute ever. Thank you for sharing about her with us! 🥹
As a fellow disciple of the Del Amo, I knew this would be a beautiful piece, but I had no idea I’d be in tears within the first few paragraphs. 🥹 I said Del Amo raised me, but only through the eyes my brilliant, savvy, Macy’s-purse-wearing grandma.
I spent the childhood summers of the 2000s visiting my grandparents and they always tried to plan some sort of special day for each of my siblings and cousins — surfing, the aquarium, but for me, it was always a 6+ hour day at the Del Amo with my grandma. I’ve been back in recent years and the modern updates just don’t hit the same — or maybe it’s the fact that my grandma doesn’t walk long distances anymore and isn’t there beside me as we make the long trek from the Macy’s parking lot to the more updated open-air Urban Outfitters.
Love this so much, Mya! I can’t wait to share this with my Mimi. ❤️
I am so happy to hear this resonated with you!! Loved this comment
What a lovely thoughtful homage to your Nana 💕
Similar relationship with my grandfather and flea markets. 10/10 felt.
I loved this!
What a beautiful piece about your bond with your great grandmother! That's my childhood mall as well!
beautiful Mya, what a tribute <3
Hi Maya, I got teary reading this. I grew up in a clothing manufacturing capital and quality family time was spent at sample sales, street hawkers, and of course talking about and getting tactical at SALES. It's not easy to explain one's curiosity and perhaps even obsession with clothes; you shared your origin story with tenderness and clarity. I loved the photos and the introduction to your nana. Thank you for sharing your journey.
So sweet
My first designer bag was also the Marc Jacobs percy crossbody
Thank you for sharing your Nana with us! She sounds incredible and I’m sure she would be in awe of you today. ❤️