The 1990s was my shit… I mean really. The early 1990s to be more specific. (The late 1990s brought the demise of my first “real” relationship, motherhood, an extra-long stint in undergrad that would spill…
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So… I am running out of space in my room to store anymore jewelry. Literally, I can not stash another necklace on my necklace hanger, and there is no more room for my bangles. Plus,…
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I can admit, I love dresses. I can also admit, that I hate wearing them alone. By alone, I mean I love to wear something under it, be it pants or a shirt. Hence, the…
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A red dress is everything I am not, decidedly: a siren, sexy, vampish, sultry, and another other word synonymous with sex. Truthfully, this dress was purchased for The Spouse. Sometimes, I purchase items that I…
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