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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…
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She Shred
It all started with a seemingly innocuous idea… Tired of the lack of closet space in my small home, I asked a friend if I could borrow his paper shredder. I had known…
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A Story of Tea Cups
As my grandmother climbed into her 80’s, I think she recognized that time was winding down. And though it hurts to remember, I wasn’t too surprised the day she announced, “Your grandfather and…
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On the Eve of A Birthday
Tomorrow is my birthday. Again. They sure do come fast and furious now – like contractions. And yet, I still get a little secret thrill from them although I would not admit that…
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An Heiress’ Perfume
I hadn’t tried L’Air du Temps in a long time. Even though it is considered a classic fragrance, it’s always been a loyal drugstore brand although I haven’t seen it at my local…
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The Scents of Fall
I switch my light summer fragrances to those with warmer accords when the air turns cool in September. More often than not, the perfume I reach for on chilly mornings is Chanel No.…
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Summer’s Final Bow
My town has the most charming ice cream shop. It’s painted in sherbet colors and has a rick-rack of gingerbread trim. I don’t indulge every day but enough to know the owners who…
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Paradise
“I can’t stop thinking about Hawaii”, I told my son-in-law a month ago. “Oh you’ll be thinking about it a lot more when you come back”, he warned… I’ve been missing a special…
