Susan, Michelle's mom, spent the late '30s and early '40s in New York & Paris where she wore couture. The clear acrylic horse-head handle of her umbrella still glows with the embers of those years.
A striking brunette, fully cognizent of her charms, she had over 40 pairs of shoes.
We celebrate spring with hyacinths. Their emergence signals the survival of -- yet another winter. We usually get a trio from Smith's.
Tradition has, in our family, meant a deep delve into the erotic velveteen that affords sensual pleasures. But now the years have left us little more than soft purrings of whose cosiness we nestle amongst. Gone are the flickerings of the tongue that brought forth sweet ecstasies.
We still decorate eggs.
Many happy returns!!!
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