1. Tis blissful to think about the past. I couldn’t resist taking this photo of past designs. The poodle makes me think of the poodle skirts back in the 50s – although I never owned one but I did wear my hair in a pony tail. The swinger with the red beads and hat – that is how I felt in the 60’s although I never owned a red hat. I always wanted a fancy hat but no one wore them here. They were a luxury item and we were poor. They did wear them in New York and San Francisco but I lived hundreds of miles from those places.
I can just see myself in a black chemise with long white pearls and white gloves that came above the elbows and black pointy-toed heels. I wore heels everywhere except with pants (trousers for the Brits). Back in the 60s, there were dressing rules. With short sleeves, you wore long gloves; with long sleeves, you wore little kid gloves. Your shoes should match your dress – never wear red heels with a black dress.
2. Tis blissful to see our American Flag but this last week, it flew half mast for those killed in a movie theatre in Colorado. No breeze that day to make the flag flow – God knew that we as American’s were hurting. My Canadian cousin thinks that the American Dream is dead and we are falling apart in our country. In some respects that seems true but I don’t think the American Dream is dead. I think we can come out of this era with changes to make our country better and our heal wounds.
3. Tis blissful to see such beautiful white fluffy clouds in the sky. Mother nature at her best – we have the good with the bad otherwise we would never appreciate the good.
4. Tis blissful to enjoy a day with a friend. On the 24th I had lunch out with my friend Shirley who recently had neck surgery. She is still unable to drive so I picked her up and off we went. After our lunch, I drove up American Fork Canyon into the tops of the rockies. We are blessed that the fire did not go in that direction and burn down the abundance of trees that grow there.