During my nocturne last, I dreamt about going to sleep: a wretched, unimaginative drost effect.
Story Girl never would have rested a pillow on it.  She would have eaten a mince pie, two jelly tarts, and a pint of pickles before bed to woo wilder dreams for her dream book.
I want wild dreams too, worthy of lined notebooks with mottled green covers, filled with seasonal fancies, well framed memories, and uncommon talent.  
  I want to be awake, inspired, and relaxed, the way I imagine people who read out loud to each other in front of firesides must feel. 
So I searched out some dreamers and a firesideThe R&R conferenceFebruary 10-11, 2012 in San Diego
Matthew MeadLinda McDonaldLyndsay JohnsonSarah SampleBlue Lily Sarah Bradford The Grub GirlsCrystal B.
So give your mouse an appropriate registration fondle before the alarm rings on October 15th and you’re left with nothing but linen creases and drool crust. 

Feed me fashionably fresh

10) Her headquartered hometown is Philadelphia

9) Momma company is Urban Outfitters 

8) Siblings are Free People, Terrain, and BHLDN

7) Born 1992 in Wayne Town Pennsylvania

6) That first store sold men’s and women’s clothing

5) Their clothes and styles are geared toward mature, sophisticated demographic (35 +)

4) She is feminine, down country, well traveled, educated

3) Each section of apparel is built around a personality, with its own name and story

2) The housewares are laid out like a home, the more social living room is up front while the more intimate apothecary bathroom and bedroom are towards the back.

1) After seven years of working for Anthropolgie, I’ve retired as a personal shopper

This last number is richly nostalgic and slightly melancholy. 

I remember when Anthropologie and I locked eyes in Newport Beach California, July of 2000.  Tears were cornering in my eyes, I loved her at first sight.  Together we identified an ochre gold cowgirl shirt with snap buttons and piped brick-red trim.  I still have our shirt; I wear it at the cabin, and I sit close to the fire so it will smell like roasted tree logs.  

Pologie and I entered a serious relationship when I accepted a position at the Kierland store in March of 2004.  The forty-five minute commute to work provided proper anticipation.  Every shift greeted me with the smell of the Capri Blue Volcano candle and sound of the First Lady of France (back when she was just a French pop star).   

I’m going to miss the smart, interesting employees, the sweet customers (even the crazy ones), folding the pretty clothes, and the discount.  

But I simply adore my new role as home making executive/directorial secretary of CoVi Industries (a vertical conglormerate corporation providing living essentials for Co-Partners Coco Noelle Bagley & Levi Sims Bagley).

And it frees up some of my time for other ventures.  Like speaking at conferences (HT!H and R&R), professorial teaching (my Wardrobe Strategies class starts this evening), editorial writing, and musing here with you.

Feed me fashionably fresh