Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Contemplating acquiring blogging help (or guest bloggers) for our various social platforms. Not sure what form it might take. Right now our efforts are rather haphazard (to say the least!). Topics might extend beyond lingerie to perhaps include fashion, vintage wear, mua, cosplay, fine art, performance art, photography, modeling, etc. If anyone out there has ideas, direction, proposals, etc., email us at email@example.com
Sunday, July 13, 2014
It was with much sadness that we learned last week that Mary Green was closing up shop after 30 some years. If you are a lover of silk, you love Mary Green lingerie. Shown here is one of her kimonos from the last shipment we received. Mary sent us a very thoughtful gift package this week along with a quote attributed to Cat Stevens "I always knew that when I looked back on the times I cried I would smile. But I never knew that when I looked back on the times I smiled I would cry." How true and fitting.
Mary Green Lingerie via Brabarella
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Some of the clothes pins -- actually all of them -- I've had for decades, from when I used cloth diapers on my kids and didn't have a dryer then either. And some of them are clothes pegs from Mrs. Ross, our 80-something neighbor of the time, who also used to enjoy hanging her clothes out. It was one of those twirly clothes lines, and she would go out with her basket, and her cane, and being short, use her cane to move the lines around and to where she could reach them. I never helped her, thinking it was good exercise for her, to keep her moving and strong. It didn't occur to me that maybe I could have asked if she wanted help at least, rather than assuming she didn't. Tough love, huh?
No, more like selfish love because I used to also get irritated if she got her clothes on the line before I did. But love Mrs. Ross I did. We did. My pre-K son and I would visit her in her two room apartment with her soaps on the television on an occasional afternoon. I'd have tea, and she'd give Anthony his favorite Little Debbie Nutty Bars. She'd tell stories of how she cried when she was 10 and couldn't go to school anymore because she was the oldest and had to help support the family by going to work in the mills (she was French-Canadian). She had a daughter who had a stroke, whose husband would drop her off every Wednesday to visit her mother. I thought he was a jerk as rumor had it that he had a girlfriend, too.
I snagged some of Mrs. Ross's clothes pegs that fell behind when she hung her laundry. When I hang my laundry, and I use her pegs I remember her, I remember her story, intertwined with my story, my son's, LaFountain Street, and Little Debbie's.