Random 5 for September 17 – The 80s, energized, computers, seasons, winterizing

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How did that happen – I was rearranging my “stuff.” Something had to go in order to have space for something else. I tossed out my collection of shoulder pads. (Stop laughing! I loved the ‘80s!) I always hoped they … Continue reading

We are family

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It’s done! It’s over! The long-awaited family wedding was on Saturday. (For readers who laboriously read through my “what should I wear” posts, I bought a new dress — no, I didn’t wear my funeral dress, but I did wear … Continue reading

Fashion cycles – another (conspiracy) theory

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Having an event coming up has tuned me into current fashion styles. I’m set on wearing my funeral dress (no, it’s not a funeral function – people in my family die in the dead of winter so technically you can … Continue reading

Random 5 for March 26 – Fashion, energy, people, March, logic

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  Different strokes for different folks – I went with some friends to a “sort of” clothing boutique. A local woman sells a brand from her home. The brand is known for comfortable, stretchy and patterned clothes. Some are wildly … Continue reading

Random 5 for March 12 – Zen table, ants, false advertising, books, family

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She’s got taste! – The beloved husband made a small table for one of the granddaughters. She is creating a “Zen corner” in her room. Here is the finished product with the “Zen” color she picked. It’s currently being examined by … Continue reading

Catalogs – the fantasy world, the totally useless and the practical

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Recently I’ve received dozens of catalogs. Some make sense like the fall bulbs for planting (which I no longer plant) but I also received summer clothes sales catalogs, pet catalogs and ones devoted completely to swimsuits. By July 4th the … Continue reading