Love Letters...to Bridget
Bridget my Irish nan. You came to London and married a Nigerian man, Babatunde (but you can call him Bob) And then went on to have six children, my mum Ellen being the youngest.
You taught me about style without even trying. You see, my nanny wasn't the nanny with a pearl necklace around her neck. My nan wore fake Nike and Adidas t-shirts that we got on our family holidays to Turkey. Worn with her silky slip skirt, and depending if she was in the house - a Nigerian printed wrap for a skirt- or if she was going out a floral dress worn over the sports t-shirt and trainers that were my mums hand me downs.
And to top it off, a little embroidered bag. But you would put it inside a plastic bag for life - so only you knew it was in there. You were so special.