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On the Third Day of a Feminine Christmas
The Betsy McCall paper doll was first introduced in McCall’s Magazine in 1951. I distinctly remember my mother tearing out Betsy McCall and cutting her clothes out for me while we sat on…
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On the Second Day of a Feminine Christmas
In school, we sang traditional carols and a few “modern” ballads in our annual Christmas recitals. Over the years, I’ve retained a special place in my heart for that type of Christmas music. …
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On the First Day of a Feminine Christmas
No artists thrills me more at Christmas than Tasha Tudor and her idyllic depictions of children during the holidays. They tug at heartstrings that thread through my Christmases and make me long for…
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Staged Lives
Do you ever feel you know too much about strangers? Maybe you feel you know too much about me. Instagram can be a nice way to learn how other people live. I especially…
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Velvety November
All the way back to Jr. High School, I despised November. It could have been the cold hard rains that still come. Or the darkness. Or the scurried November walk we used to…
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Remembering the Girl I Used to Be
Although many light years have passed, the girl I used to be still visits occasionally. She infiltrates my day dreams on quiet car rides and some nights she flickers before my eyes just…
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Cozy People
I love the fall outfit above. It’s looks very cozy. This is the time of year that I begin to look forward to warm and soft garments to wrap myself in. But nothing…
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Harvest
I love the autumn for many reasons – my birthday, the fresh cool air, the warm sunshine of an Indian Summer (which only comes after the first frost and not before), apples, pumpkins,…
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Perfume Imprints
When I was expecting my daughter and for a time after she was born, I wore Coco by Chanel. I had a beautiful lacquer-black refillable eau de parfum that looked so glamorous on…
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Kitchen Confidential
In the weeks after 9/11, I cooked a lot. My daughter had just started high school and was teary and fragile. I rushed home from work each night to check the crockpot, add…
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The Face Reflected
“Who sees the human face correctly? The mirror…or the artist”? ~ Picasso ~ And I would add, “or the one who loves you”? Mona has a secret in her smile. So do I. …
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My Second Mother
I lost my second mother two weeks ago. And no matter how old Rosemary was (91), somehow it seemed too soon. We had made plans to visit my first best friend Paula,…
