Before Meryl was a Hodson, she was a Macintosh, a seventeen year old girl traveling by boat from Paisley, Scotland to Hamilton, Ontario. While working her job at the ticket counter of a theatre, Ron Hodson was taking another girl on a date to the movies, whom he walked home after seeing the cute Scottish girl behind the booth. The decision to wait for the unknown girl to get off shift, ultimately led to their marriage, the birth of six children, fourteen grandchildren, and seven great grandchildren.
Just as her grandmother did for her, my grandmother ignited a love of fabric, quality and fashion within me. I remember the first time I tried on my mother's wedding dress, featuring a forty foot train, which my seamstress of a grandmother made herself. I was completely in awe. And utterly confused by the shoulder pads. Subconsciously, I believe she had the biggest influence on me following my dreams of being a fashion student. To the extent that I spent 16 hours sitting in front of the sewing machine she gifted my mother while completing my Ryerson portfolio.
I made the decision in 2017 to no longer buy fast fashion, for the sake of the environment, society and my conscience. I am an avid thrifter, but there are limitations, and I often questioned if it was too hard to deny the accessibility of on trend pieces at the Eaton Centre. Until my grandmother gifted me four garbage bags of clothing. Three piece suits. Mules. Silk blouses. I was in vintage heaven. The feeling of stepping into a pair of 100% cotton dress pants, with an inner silk lining, is unattainable from any fashion retailer currently dominating the market. So, RAD Magazine decided it was time to highlight the Gram-Me-Downs, and recommend going through your own Grandparents clothing archives. You never know what you will find.
Written by: Maxine McCarthy
Styled by: Maxine McCarthy & Connor Garel
Video by: Connor Garel