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On the Seventh Day of a Feminine Christmas
Jewelite was a type of plastic that was used for vanity items. My grandmother had a lovely pink translucent Jewelite dresser set composed of a mirror, brush and comb. The pretty trio was…
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On the Sixth Day of a Feminine Christmas
I found myself with a tear in my eye on the way home from work yesterday, thanks to Sirius Radio’s Holiday Traditions station. Toyland, sung poignantly by Doris Day came on the radio…
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On the Fifth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This is clearly an ad for a blanket. But I love the cheery disarray of the bedroom, especially the wrappings and ribbons scattered about. And how will she ever not step on that…
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On the Fourth Day of a Feminine Christmas
Love came down at Christmas, Love was born at Christmas, Love, all lovely, love divine, Stars and angels gave the sign …Love shall be our token Love be yours, and love be mine…
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On the Third Day of a Feminine Christmas
Without a winter coat during New England Christmastime, you’d surely freeze. The first grown-up coat I ever bought myself looked very much like this lovely lady’s. It was a rich caramel-color with a…
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On the Second Day of a Feminine Christmas
I just sent this picture to my daughter and wrote, “I am so sorry”… I was well into single parenting when this photograph was taken and I so wanted her to experience a…
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On the First Day of a Feminine Christmas
This year my Christmas is being brought to me by Seventeen Magazine, or more specifically, the now-vintage Seventeens of my youth. There is a certain breathless charm about the December issues that are…
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Tender Gifts
I try to give gifts that have intimate meaning to the receiver whenever I can. I fall short sometimes and other times, I think I score. Some of the “best” gifts are not…
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A Kindred Visit
I recently drove six hours to visit my dearest friend for four days. It was way too short. We began anew at the spot we left off – where the heartsong plays. Comforting,…
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Manifesto
I love when Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind holds a turnip to the sky and says she will never go hungry again. Ever. And I believe her. Her short proclamation –…
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A Green Dress
When I was young and fresh from college, I took a job working for seven male engineers. I was shy but they were not. All were nice men and work was completed, but…
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The Kind of September
“The early morning light was over everything and summer had glanced back and waved a fleeting hand at the day with soft airs and the lingering warmth of sunshine.” One of my dearest…