10/11/18

As a child, I used to play what my mom called,
Dress Up Lady. My mother and grandmothers
would gift me their old jewelry, old purses and
old party dresses . . . and not to forget their old
high heels, the higher the better. I had a special
chest for all the paraphernalia. I loved it all, from
the chest that held the heels to the last piece of
jewelry. Once in a while, I would put together an
outfit that would even make my dad chuckle and
then he would take a photograph. Today it's me
who has the chuckle when I look at them. Of late,
the retired me who lives in a 120 year old cabin
and dresses in outfits I think should be referred
to as fatigues, has a rare Dress Up Lady occasion.
I choose a special garment, add in nice shoes and
fun jewelry, and find myself right back to my five
year old self playing the game. I have to wonder
what special outfit my own daughters will choose
for me when I have to play Dress Up Lady for the
angels in the wild blue yonder.

how pretty you look
whats the occasion missy
tea with the angels