VINTAGE COUTURE FASHION

 

FUNNY STORY - A WOMEN TAKES HER 16 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER TO THE DOCTOR

 The doctor says, “okay,  Mrs. Jones, what seems to be the problem?”

The mother says, “It’s my daughter Darla. She keeps getting cravings, she’s putting on weight and is sick most mornings.”

The doctor gives Darla a good examination, and then turns to the mother and says, “Well, I don’t know how to tell you this, but your Darla is pregnant. About 4 months would be my quess.”

The mother says, “Pregnant?! She can’t be, she has never been left alone with a man! Have you, Darla?”

Darla says,  “No mother! I’ve never even kissed a man!”

The doctor walks over to the window and just stares out of it.  

A few moments later, the mother says, “Is there something wrong out there, doctor?”

The doctor replies, “No, not really, it’s just that the last time anything like this happened, a star appeared in the east and three wise men came over the hill.  I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss it this time!

“God never gives someone a gift they are not capable of receiving. If He gives us the gift of Christmas, it is because we all have the ability to understand and receive it.” — Pope Francis

 

THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS

 

A Letter to Santa From Mom

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my two children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground and figured out how to attach nine patches onto my daughter's girl scout sash with staples and a glue gun.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache after a day of chasing kids (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't flap in the breeze but are strong enough to carry a screaming toddler out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like a car with fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking daughter doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with one potty-trained toddler, two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, "Don't eat in the living room" and 'Take your hands off your brother,' because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog. And please don't forget the Playdoh Travel Pack, the hottest stocking stuffer this year for mothers of preschoolers. It comes in three fluorescent colors and is guaranteed to crumble on any carpet making the in-laws' house seem just like mine. If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container. If you don't mind I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family; or if my toddler didn't look so cute sneaking downstairs to eat contraband ice cream in his pajamas at midnight.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the chimney and come in and dry off by the fire so you don't catch a cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always...Mom.

P.S. - One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

Things to Be Thankful For Today

Being able to express your thoughts and feelings freely should never be taken for granted.

                        Without pain, it would be difficulty to appreciate life’s joys.

        Being able to wake up without immense fear frees us up to really live life.

Being able to step outside to breathe in fresh air is a good reminder how many little things we should be thankful for.

                     Pets offer one of the best examples of unconditional love.

Often, it’s the quality of friendships, not the quantity.

 Even if your health isn’t great, it could be worse and you likely still have some working parts to be thankful for.

“Fashions fade, style is eternal.” ― Yves Saint Laurent

 “Over the years I have learned that what is important in a dress is the woman who is wearing it.”

― Yves Saint Laurent

“Oh, never mind the fashion. When one has a style of one's own, it is always twenty times better.”
― Margaret Oliphant

“Adornment, what a science! Beauty, what a weapon! Modesty, what elegance!”
― Coco Chanel

“Create your own style… let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others.”
― Anna Wintour

“[how can anyone] be silly enough to think himself better than other people, because his clothes are made of finer woolen thread than theirs. After all, those fine clothes were once worn by a sheep, and they never turned it into anything better than a sheep.”
― Thomas More, Utopia