It’s been one of those. Andy is out of town. I spent an entire evening with an adorable client, and she didn’t like a single thing well enough to give it a home in her closet. Coco is cutting three new molars. The “P” key on my computer won’t key (forcing me to employ some creative cutting & pasting). My pants don’t fit. Condensate the preceding and discover: I’m a touch unhappy.
According to the profoundly interesting piece of non-fiction literature – The Happiness Hypothesis
Smile dominant people invest in experiences, not things. Agreed. And if Peter Pan inquired after my happiest thoughts: the day I married my Mister, the day I met my daughter, the day my son was born.
But I might add that sometimes pretty things add even more happy to happy experiences. Specifically the powder blue shoes beneath my wedding gown, the forest green woolen which dressed my 5 lb cherub cradling arms, and the jersey chemise against which my son was laid for our first snuggle.
Some remember smells, others sounds, I remember what I wore.
I want you to have something pretty to wear in your remembrances. I want to buy some pants that fit. I want to make a deal.
The week of Christian & Stephanie‘s accident, I stopped by to visit the godkids following my Kierland personal shopping shift. Claire informed me that I looked quite fancy, and she and Jane would very much like to play dress up in my closet sometime soon. That was the last time I ever saw the Nielsons in their 1st Avenue estate. |
I wore that self-same blouse the day of the Nie Recovery fundraising carnival in downtown Mesa.
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Post nuptials we visited Abraham, George, and Thomas. Then Pablo, Henri, Edvard, and Gustav. Then more famous friends than I can list here.
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More poignant ensembles to come. Keep your clicker poised to visit the new Cardigan Empire store.
In the meantime, do you have any fashion memories to share?
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