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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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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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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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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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Vanity Fair
In Chapter Nine of Little Women, the March sisters prepare Meg for a journey to Boston for the long-awaited Sally Moffat coming-out party. Meg Goes to Vanity Fair is one of my favorite chapters…
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On the Twelfth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This young woman reminds me of a Grace Livingston Hill heroine. Maybe it’s because of the lovely church in the background. Grace’s protagonists were all believers. If the old Victoria magazine had lasted…
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Better Than Their Betters
The title of my post comes from one of my favorite films, Mrs. Miniver. I never paid much attention to the line until it came to mind this weekend. Mrs. Miniver, played by…
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The Richness of Apples
“I miss the apples”, a grade-school friend said to me recently. He lives in Florida now and was referring to the apples that practically paved the roads and sidewalks, the fields and hills…
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The Custom of Compacts
I watched a poignant documentary a few weeks ago on public television called Tea Time. It followed five Chilean women who have been gathering together once a year for tea since graduating from…
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The Pillow Book
I’m known for frequent obsessions that often lead me down rabbit holes for weeks and weeks at a time. Whereupon, I must then find books, photos, links, papers, etc. to feed a compulsive need…
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A Summer Visit
I visited my first best friend and her mother at the seashore last week. I drove to their summer home, the house where I was a constant guest as a girl and teenager.…
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Second Mothers
I had a second mother – the mother of my first and only childhood best friend. Paula’s mother even called me “my second daughter”. I have a dear wonderful mother but my best…
