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On the Tenth Day of a Feminine Christmas
Before the internet and cell phones, videos games, and DVD’s and having only one television in the house with just three channels and 6 people, if you wanted to be alone with your…
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On the Ninth Day of a Feminine Christmas
Are you warm enough? I know. Me either. So I bought a classic set of pajamas in merry tartan similar to the ones above. I think plaid is beautifully classic but when I…
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On the Eighth Day of a Feminine Christmas
In high school, I had a friend who would put on fresh makeup whenever she was sad. And I was lucky enough to attend some of these sessions and learned a lot. She…
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On the Seventh Day of a Feminine Christmas
The other day I offered to go to the village to pick up some needed wrapping paper for my mother so she wouldn’t have to go out in the snow. “No, you won’t…
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On the Sixth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This adorable little babe reminds me of my daughter – her coloring, the rosebud lips, the tenderness… This Christmas, my feelings of endearment know no bounds because in the New Year, I will…
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On the Fifth Day of a Feminine Christmas
Isn’t she lovely…Isn’t she pretty? Truly the angel’s best. ~Stevie Wonder She is indeed, lovely in her silk taffeta dress the color of a child’s Valentine’s Day lollipop. The simple chignon, the sweeping…
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On the Fourth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This mid-century half-apron really brings back memories. My mother and grandmother always wore aprons like this. And every Christmas, their aprons reflected the joy and specialness of the season with embellishments such as…
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On the Third Day of a Feminine Christmas
This was me writing my list yesterday. Fortunately, we have a lovely little shop in my town which offers simple and charming gifts at no-guilt prices. Susan always has just the thing in…
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On the Second Day of a Feminine Christmas
Aren’t they darling? I imagine they are walking home from a candlelit service at church. Perhaps he, as the Mister, is picking her up and found her waiting under the glowing lamp light,…
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On the First Day of a Feminine Christmas
I love the drama of this woman’s Christmas coat. I imagine she is stopping by a friend’s house Christmas Eve afternoon to drop off her wrapped package and have a glass of sherry…
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Tales of November
Wild is the music of autumnal winds amongst the faded woods. ~ William Wordsworth I love this sweet scene of a young mother reading to her children before a warming fire. And I…
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Cold Comfort Charms
She made a promise to herself to keep her own well-being sacred. ~ A friend passed along that quote to me recently and I’ve been keeping it under my pillow ever since. It…
