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On the Fifth Day of a Feminine Christmas
As a lullaby, I often sang “Away in a Manger” to my daughter and not just at Christmas. It was the only song I could sing on key and the melody is slow…
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On the Fourth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This young wife is buying the traditional male gift of a handsome tie. There is just something about a man in a suit and tie especially if he knows how to stand and…
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On the Third Day of a Feminine Christmas
The fur on my hooded jacket softly tickled my neck on a long and dark drive home from work last week. I found it oddly comforting as I hadn’t worn a hat that…
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On the Second Day of a Feminine Christmas
Every Christmas morning after the mad unwrapping was over, my mother presented my grandmother with her annual Christmas corsage. It always came in a snow-white florist box with a clear plastic cover. We…
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On the First Day of a Feminine Christmas
No matter how far away you roam…there’s no place like home for the holidays ~ Perry Como ~ I love the moody darkness of this illustration. And this was me tonight as I…
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On the Ninth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This is one of my favorite feminine Christmas images which I clipped from a British Vogue many years ago. I apologize for the quality but perhaps you will understand why I saved the…
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On the Eighth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This lady is bringing Christmas to someone, at least it appears so since a tree is her passenger. I always have Christmas Eve at home with family and some friends. Sometimes there is…
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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…
