Yes, it’s true: back in the day, preppy girlfriends would make needlepoint belts for their beaux. In some cases, the belts lasted longer than the relationship. Prior contributor BC explains.
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When we met in the fall of 1981, M. had left Georgetown, where she had been studying nursing, and was working as a salesperson at Brooks Brothers at 19th and L Street in Washinton, DC.
She had five siblings. Her father graduated from Yale, as did all three of her brothers. A very accomplished big Catholic family. I was intimidated by their academic achievements, and was sure that I did not want to raise a big family myself. She did. I loved her, but we broke up amicably, but I have not spoken with her since.
This old belt is a treasured memento. It still fits and I wear it occasionally. It’s held up after all these years, with some patina. We both enjoyed sailing. She spelled my name in nautical flags. She did the needlepoint work and a shoe repair place attached it to the leather belt.
I don’t know how or why M. learned to needlepoint. It was something that nice girls once learned to do, I suppose. — BC