I think the last time I had worn taffeta was as a little girl: a poofy skirted dress that always impelled me to twirl around and around pretending I was a ballerina. But then my eyes beheld a beautiful sight one day and I realized that I just HAD to have something in that...
i have always had an unusual (sometimes downright weird) unique style and taste. eclectic. that's a good word. since i was a kid, i remember my clothes were important to me in defining who i was. i even went to catholic school and quit because of the uniforms they made us wear every day...
Something happens as you grow up. Cycles and trends become easy to predict, because we've finally lived through a few rounds of them and can see it all as a circle and not necessarily a linear progression. Trends are finally seen for what they are: gimmicks to promote impulsive spending... But there are...
A friend of mine is a no-nonsense tower of strength. She is a former police officer and now the director of a university criminal justice department specializing in human trafficking. We were talking about teaching our grandchildren lessons. I asked her what she teaches her granddaughters. I readied myself for a learning experience. She...