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On the Fourth Day of a Feminine Christmas
Abandon all notions of what traditional Christmas present wrappings should be! Take your queue from Bette Davis whose packages are tied up in bright colors with shiny papers, the very antithesis of brown…
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On the Third Day of a Feminine Christmas
Christmas carols have a heavenly quality with magical melodies especially when sung by a choir of adults or children. But I worry that many of the songs and lyrics will be forgotten one…
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On the Second Day of a Feminine Christmas
Another image that is not specifically Christmas but holiday-like nonetheless. It is “Juliet”, daughter of Richard H. Fox and that is the name of the painting by Alfred Lambart. Someday, I may follow…
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On the First Day of a Feminine Christmas
Although not necessarily a Christmas photograph of Twiggy, I thought it was festive enough to kick off off the Feminine Christmas series. The year 2020 has been many things, the least of which…
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Over the River
I always imagined myself as an “over the river and through the woods” type of grandmother, just like the grandmothers I had. Each had their own special house of curiosities for delighting young…
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Autumn Walks
Once, when I was walking three miles every morning, it suddenly felt as though I were gliding on roller skates. My steps were evenly timed, constant and quick and my three mile trek…
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Poetic Chanel
The Chanel perfume ads from the late 50’s through 70’s charmingly evoke a feminine loveliness that has been unmatched. Usually each ad shows a couple or a single woman thinking outloud about a…
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October thus …
In the village store someone says, “I heard the geese go over,” and there is a moment of silence. Why this is so moving, I do not know… But all of us feel…
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The Girls of Summer
This sweet photo is my second mother (on the right) with a friend. The friend is the mother of another high school chum of mine. I bet those staring young men in the…
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Linen Love
Until recently, linen never really held much interest for me. I thought the fabric was either too stiff and uncomfortable to wear or too wrinkled and sloppy-looking in table linens and bedding. Most…
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My Brother Paul
I promised to write about my brother Paul who died suddenly three weeks ago. I tried but it was hard to capture him fully with only words. At least not yet. Maybe when…
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Coming Up…
In the coming week, I will be writing about my beloved brother Paul, who died in his sleep last week. I think you will love him as much as we do.