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Spring Wardrobe Wishlist

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As I’m writing this, it is cold and pouring rain outside. Not the kind of weather that puts you in a spring mood. However, I know underneath the thick mass of stratus clouds, the sun is somewhere just waiting to poke out and fill our lives with light and warmth. At least I think it is. I hope it is. I could be wrong; I was never very good at science.

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Fashion, Style

Sweet Dreams

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Photo by Elizabeth Lies

She always dreams of satin pajamas and lace nighties instead of her worn-out yoga pants and college tee that she wears to bed every night. She wished she had a fairy godmother who could bibbidi-bobbidi-boo her into luxurious fabrics; then she could get a full night’s sleep while looking like a princess. Although no one would be looking at her while she slept, and if she were to awake and find that someone was, she’d be too terrified to worry about how she looked. And now, she was too scared to go to sleep in case there was a creeper lurking nearby just waiting for her to doze off. To get that thought out of her mind, she pulled up her favorite online shop and perused the site to satin pajamas. Her mind was able to relax as she scrolled through all the pretty pajama options and added them to her cart. She realized that she already had a fairy godmother. She was only a few feet away in her pocketbook in the form of an American Express card. No bibbidi-bobbidi-boo required. A simple CVV number and an expiration date would do the trick!

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Series, Style

Style School: The Fisherman Sweater 101

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Photo by Teymur Gahramanov

Her alarm clock was set, coffee was poured, and pencils were sharpened. This was a class she didn’t want to miss. She found a seat near the front of the lecture hall and turned to the first page in her brand new notebook.

School is now in session…

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Pardon Her French

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The first thing to slip was her accent. She had spent weeks practicing her French, making it sound as if she was fluent. Her first slip-up was when she pronounced the “t” at the end of s’il vous plaît. She looked down at the table to avoid his reaction and took a sip of her café au lait, which burned her tongue and brought tears to her eyes. She had forgotten that she ordered her coffee très chaud because it seemed like the French thing to do. He showed no indication of catching her mistake and continued to ask her questions about growing up in France. She nibbled on her croissant and kept her answers as brief as possible.

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…For Wishful Thinking

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Photo by Heidi Sandstrom

She had bought the lottery ticket on a whim. She had stopped at a service station for a fill-up and a pack of gum when she spotted the Powerball sign right beside the till. With the change from her purchase, she decided to buy one. Afterall, it was only 2 bucks! She could afford to waste $2; although, she really could not. She ignored that fact and told herself that in her twenties she was supposed to be spontaneous and fun, and buying a lottery ticket was both.

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Cashmere, A Love Story

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Photo by Victoria Bilsborough on Unsplash

It was only supposed to be a fling. A quickie. A rebellious act for her as she disregarded everything her mother ever told her. It wasn’t supposed to last. But she was approaching the two year mark and still hadn’t put an end to it.

It was only a sweater. Just a normal cashmere sweater like all the rest. There was no need for her to feel this attached. It wasn’t like they were going to stay together forever. It would probably move on to some other girl in no time at all, which, she didn’t want to admit, would leave her heart broken.

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Autumn Sightings

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Photo by Vicktor Hanacek 

When she looks to the right, she sees the okra stalks blooming. The flowers are a pale yellow with a dark red center. The bloom looks like it should be behind someone’s ear as they sway to the music somewhere on a tropical island. Instead, it remains attached to the okra stalk in an overgrown garden, waiting until someone comes with a plow to cut it down.

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Dancing The Night Away

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Photo: Viktor Hanacek

“I’ve lived here my entire life, but I have never been to the fall festival.”

“It’s sorta cool, I guess. I mean, if there’s nothing better to do,” he said and then silently prayed that she too busy looking at all the different booths of games and various carnival food to notice that he sounded like a bumbling idiot.

“Is that why you brought me here? There was nothing better to do,” she asked. He saw she had a teasing look in her eye. He wondered if she was testing him.

“No, of course not! I was just-” She reached out grabbing one of his hands and squeezed it gently, silencing him.

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