I’m jumping up and down after I realized distractions are not true writer’s block. Today, I came across the Optimist’s Creed and the first sentence read, “To be… Read more “Hoopla”
One day, I moved the gray elephant rocker from the corner in my grandson’s room to a spot in front of a large mirror. My grandson held… Read more “Oh! August”
Shimmer of stardust on the wall one stroke of nighttime’s brush skin cool under white sheets face-to-face with pillows until morning no light a heart’s waiting game… Read more “Stardust”
The house buzzed with excitement as the bridal party donned themselves in coral dresses and the mothers-in-law-to-be appeared as elegant royalty. The bride’s gown and veil were… Read more “The Bee’s Vow”
It’s dusty and hot in the southwest and jeans, cotton t-shirts and Havaianas are pretty comfortable. In ten days, my son will be getting married. During my search for a gown, the truth unfolded. I had not dressed-up for a very long time. The excuse had always been you can go just about anywhere wearing jeans in this town.
The brown package was delivered to my front door. A sparkling shoe box held ivory pumps embellished with crystals. My lace gown was wrapped in white tissue paper and sealed with a gold “D”. I must say, it was a definite thrill to unwrap my lovely gown and have a dress rehearsal. It took three different pairs, to find the perfect shoes. I’m going to absorb every moment of our special occasion, because I’m worth it.
There is no doubt, well-made, beautiful clothes can uplift my mood and my confidence. Those clothes are crazy expensive. I know comfortable clothes, in my favorite colors and style, will do the same. Something has been brought to light, the trinkets on my shelves do not deserve more of my time than I give to myself.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man.”
Ouch, as a teenager there would have been times when I had to blink wildly to shake the green-eyed monster (she’s no lady). I do not envy… Read more “Bird’s-eye View”
Wren Penn did not own a clock with prominent numbers. She preferred a blank face, like a blank page, the possibilities were endless. With her index finger,… Read more “Once Upon A Life -3-“