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I’m not quite sure what to make, conceptually, of the fact that as the USA bubbles – wondering whether to boil over or become mush

I’m not quite sure what to make, conceptually, of the fact that as the USA bubbles – wondering whether to boil over or become mush

Over the past 17 years, through this blog and all of you I have come to understand personal style as a form of speech. One

During the pandemic, while everyone else was making beautiful sourdough loaves, I invested in feathers. So to speak. Does anyone remember, not saying you should,

I had never owned a fancy evening bag. True no longer. For my daughter’s wedding, I wanted something to keep my phone and lipstick in

So. The turquoise linen. I was leaning Gucci slides, but look, proportions are wrong. OK then. I seriously considered, nay longed for, the gorgeous espadrilles

I never used to wear green. Yet now, for my daughter’s wedding (I know I keep talking about it but all I got is wedding,

I’m craving black and white. Oh, not in argument. In thought, the more profoundly we can disaggregate that which presents as solid into its tiny

Well, hello! My hair is less auburn (hooray!) and last night I wore my Ann Mashburn dress to a party as I love it so

I did write two novels. You asked what happened with my fiction foray. Yup, I wrote two novels. I queried agents for both; the first

Dressing is communicating. Note, as young women, our clothes communicate our figures whether we like it or not. I think the species wants to continue,

If I could ask you to put your pretending hats on, please? Excellent. I particularly like that one with the navy stars. Now, if you

Hello! The celebration in Houston was lovely. I got to spend time with dear college roommates. And the party was a sort of Texas magic–outside
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