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In Praise of Yellow
The sweetest floral centerpiece I ever saw had buttercups in it. The hostess picked them from her own lawn and jammed them every which way into her swanky floral arrangement. As little as…
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Bespoke
I saw a bespoke headband from the Gap recently. It was labeled “bespoke”. That’s an adjective I’ve been seeing alot of – especially the last few years. So much so, that it’s now…
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Kate Spade
When I took my first job after my divorce it was in the city. I traveled by train every morning to what seemed a faraway and intimidating Emerald City. When I disembarked I…
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After the Storm
We are having an awful lot of weather these days. ~ Jane Austen I clearly recall a school weather assignment I had in the fourth grade. It was my first special project to…
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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 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 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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Easter Finery
When I was too young to understand anything spoken in church, I asked my big brother why we had Easter. His wise, all-knowing answer was, “Easter holds us over ’til Christmas”. And it…
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The Big Tease
Lace is a big tease – it both provokes and conceals. The women above are all “laced up” but they’re not telling any secrets…except to each other. Today’s lace is different – it’s…
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A Mute and Elegant Testimony
My pretty mother wore a grey vertical striped shirtwaist dress the day she brought my little brother home from the hospital. As she knelt in front of us with her tender white bundle,…
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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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Summer Serendipity
After Sunday School many years ago, my daughter excitedly ran towards me clutching a bouquet of paper roses she made. They were simple beauties created from colorful tissues folded in accordion pleats, rimmed…
