I Like Your Moxie, Sassafras

I haven’t always loved dresses, in fact, for most of my life I loathed them and refused to wear them. Occasionally I was forced into one, and the disdain could easily be seen on my face. Not until the end of my college years did I have an interest in dresses. Specifically, I was enamored of the 1950s full skirted dresses I would see in some of the old movies I loved. It started me on a search for dresses and I haven’t looked back. That was almost ten years ago, and along the way when I’ve seen other people, movies, tv shows, and such that use “my style” of dresses, I rejoice!

Back in 2008, I saw a commercial for a new fall tv show. That commercial appeased my eyes with a barrage of all sorts of heavenliness and aesthetic pleasantness. That commercial was for Pushing Daisies. Although the show has now been canceled for three years, the heartbreak still burns and the ache of losing such an intelligent, creative, unique, quirky, and original gem can still overwhelm me. There were many factors that made me swoon from that first sight, the colors, the music, the vintage-like settings, a pie-crusted roof, Lee Pace, the odd-ball story line. . .and Chuck’s wardrobe. I thought, “Those are like my dresses!” (Albeit, substantially better.) I knew I had to watch. I keep meaning to write a post about the show as a whole, but I will stick to Chuck’s clothes for now.

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Off With Their Heads!

Before I ever started school, I would accompany my Mom and my Gramma to the grocery store to stock up on food and essentials. My Mom would throw me in the backseat (not literally) and we would drive up the road to pick my Gramma up. She would climb into the front seat, dig through her purse, and hand me a half a piece of Trident gum. There may be some debate on when to give a child gum, but that was a highlight for me. We would then drive to town to go to the only grocery store.

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It’s As Cheesy As You Think . . .

but completely worth it and more fun than you can imagine. Of course, I’m speaking of summer camp. If you’ve ever spent time at one in any aspect, you know what I’m talking about. I was never a camper, I probably would have never been able to make it through a night away, let alone a whole two weeks. When I was younger, I would go to a sleepover and part way through the night my parents would have to come pick me up or a friend’s parent would have to drive me to my house because I missed home. Yeah, I was that kid. However, I did have two glorious summers working at two different camps as a counselor during my college years.

2001 Staff orientation, cabin 9. That’s me laying down there in the blue sweatshirt.

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