Category: dresses

Take It Away, With My Blessing

Posted in Africa, beach, Dress A Girl, dresses, Eiffel Tower, fabric, French, hoarder, memoir, neighbors, non-profit, Philippines, seamstresses, serendipity, tea cups, thriftingLeave a comment

My neighbor at the beach is a hoarder, but people who live in glass houses . . . We had a talk one day about it on our shared driveway. She was an only child, and her single mom would move around a lot, throwing away her daughter’s toys every time. She lost all her… Continue reading Take It Away, With My Blessing

B is for Boots

Posted in aging, boogie, boots, dancing, dresses, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, friends, humor, Macys, memoir, poem, rehearsal dinner, spring, weddingLeave a comment

(re-run) A spring wedding means pastel colors and floral prints, right?  But what if it’s still raining on the wedding day? And what if you have to walk up to the altar, turn to face the crowd,  and then need to read a poem without tripping or falling over? For me, that means wearing the… Continue reading B is for Boots

So Many Dresses, So Little Time

Posted in catalog, chorus, Christmas, cleaners, closets, dance floor, dancing, dresses, Halloween, little black dress, memoir, pandemic, purging, sizes, vaccine, vintageLeave a comment

In the purging days of the global pandemic, now in its 9th month, I have cleaned out drawers, cupboards, closets, rooms, garages, you name it. I thought I was almost done. With the changing of the seasons, I realized it was time to pack away the cotton dresses on the overloaded rack in the back… Continue reading So Many Dresses, So Little Time

F is for Frantic

Posted in best, boots, church, dancing, dresses, flashback, friends, friends of friends, live music, marriage, memoir, music, poem, rehearsal dinner, relationshipsLeave a comment

(re-run) I have exactly seventy-five minutes to write this post, get dressed for the wedding rehearsal dinner, kick the contractor out of my house, and get to the church on time. Isn’t the last part a song? Well, it didn’t happen.  It’s now the next morning.  This blog post is now about friends, fun, fish,… Continue reading F is for Frantic

F is for Frantic

Posted in best, boots, church, dancing, dresses, flashback, friends, friends of friends, live music, marriage, memoir, music, poem, rehearsal dinner, relationships2 Comments

I have exactly seventy-five minutes to write this post, get dressed for the wedding rehearsal dinner, kick the contractor out of my house, and get to the church on time. Isn’t the last part a song? Well, it didn’t happen.  It’s the next morning.  This blog post is now about friends, fun, fish, fighting (more… Continue reading F is for Frantic

B is for Boots

Posted in aging, boogie, boots, dancing, dresses, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, friends, humor, Macys, memoir, poem, rehearsal dinner, weddingLeave a comment

A spring wedding means pastel colors and floral prints, right?  But what if it’s still raining on the wedding day? And what if you have to walk up to the altar, turn to face the crowd,  and then need to read a poem without tripping or falling over? For me, that means wearing the shoes… Continue reading B is for Boots