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HaRRiEt TuRbLeToN

Harriet Turbleton was her name. She had always been a bit frosty, and cold-eyes, but there was that office Christmas party in 2017.

Let's just say, Harriet was uncorked that night, and did  indeed let her hair down...among other things.

It was the consequence of an extra shot of tequila. She is usually far from being a party girl, but the air she breathed that night, somehow, over took her senses.

Harriet performed her own musical/dance number. It was sung in a whole new octave of Patti Labelle's, "Voulez Vous Coucher Avec Moi Ce Soir", and on top of the center table. 

The office crew enthusiastically chanted, "More, more!", and renamed her "Cha-Cha Harry". She obliged, and sang two encores.

Neither cameras, nor videos were permitted at this party due to the Christmas party of 2009, so there was no hard evidence of the "other" Harriet that night. However, every year at this time there is lengthy reminiscing in whispers, of the 2017 office party, and Harriet, a.k.a. "Cha-Cha Harry," and her extra shot of tequila.

FeLiciTy ToWnSenD

Frozen in a state of weakened nausea, Felicity whammed into a shocked trance as she watched her arch enemy, Britta Hollingsworth, flounce across the floor in a duplicate gown.

Felicity’s gown was supposedly designed solely for her.

 

“The Evening of Starlight” was the coveted “by invitation only” yearly, gala. After years of brown-nosing, Felicity had finally made the list. It was supposed to be her introduction to her new scene in life.

 

Now, she was on the front page of embarrassment. Of course, her designer, Melba LaRue’s career was about to come to a stilling halt..

 

...FeLiciTy. 

BoNNie AbTruSe

BoNNiE AbTruSe is described as demure. Her voice is soft, along with the color of her skin, and she has tiny, pouty lips.

 

Because of this, you would think she would dress in neutral beige, or a subdued grey to match her low-key personality. However, this was not the case. Bonnie’s clothing selection flounced with personality. The colors vibrated lime-green, banana-yellow, and an exuberant tangerine-orange.

 

It made you ponder, if perhaps, there is a side to Bonnie wanting to escape her neutral self, but too timid to take the plunge. Would she hang glide over a deep sea, drink cocktails with umbrellas until sun-up? Of course, her feet would be dangling from a tree swing, parading her two-toned crimson polish with skeleton head decals.

 

Then again, maybe that’s what we would imagine for her. Perhaps she is happiest working 9-5 and retrieving to her condo. There, she engulfs herself in her Celine Dion tribute comforter on her tan sofa. By her side, is her beagle, June Alice, sharing her leftover pizza, and watching reruns on the Hallmark channel.

 

That, in a nutshell, is Bonnie’s very comfortable, beige-colored life. But, of course, it is accented with tropical-colored clothes, which are her adventure.

MaViS MaRtiNi

Mavis Martini was a mysterious gal. She kept to herself at the office.

 

She was an insurance agent, and wore buttoned up clothes that matched her buttoned up personality. Mavis was one of those co-workers that the other co-workers pondered about. —Just who was Mavis Martini underneath that muted appearance?

 

Well, I do know one secret. Under those buttoned up cardigans, flared a colorful, fairly large, tattoo of a she-devil.

 

Is Mavis Martini truly a hellcat? ...We may never know.

MiDgE MaRshaLL

MiDge MaRshaLL was craving a brownie...those rectangular pieces of dense, choCoLaTy loVe. However, she soon discovered her town, was not a brownie town. There wasn’t a crumb to be found, so she took it upon herself and baked a pan.

 

She shared her brownies. They wanted more, so Midge baked more, and each time she added something different. There was chocolatey-marshmallow chip, blackberry-cherry almond, and the spicy kind with serrano peppers. Those were just a few.

 

Miss Midge was abounding in her undiscovered creativity. She felt passion and delight, and a euphoric enthusiasm when baking her brownies. All this had laid dormant in her 9-5 bank teller job.

 

The orders were constant, and her name spread like wildfire. This town, indeed, needed the brownie. Soon she delivered her resignation for her 9-5 job. As expected, Midge, and her town, became infamous for her delectable brownie parade of chocolate, block cuisine.

 

Midge Marshall made her town, a brownie town, and she forever shared her new found wisdom when quizzed on her success.

 

“If you are missing something that you love, whether it’s a brownie, knitting sweaters, or traveling afar, bring it back into your life, and maybe it will take you on a ride you never imagined”.

Ms. PiM, the shoe with zinG

Ms. Pim was created by a woman named Aggie Elizabeth. She was on the design team, and was timid in her own personal dress. However, as most of us discover, somewhere in the depth of our soul, lies that let-loose mentality. It is our choice whether we act on it, or just let it lie there and get musty,

 

On Friday, August 17th, 2017, Aggie Elizabeth bounced her frisk out and into her design. Her sassy shoe was the essence of verve and pizzazz. It was fashioned to accentuate any woman’s wardrobe, and announce her presence.

Ohhhhhh the stories this shoe would tell. It’s too bad it can’t blab, but maybe it’s for the best.
 

Ms. PiM…the product of brazen zest that burst from the darkness of Aggie Elizabeth’s soul. This shoe not only breathed splash in it’s own wooden sole, but of course, to any woman that braved to wear it.

ScArleTT ReMiNgToN

ScArLeTT ReMiNgToN was a 3rd grader. They just lined their homemade Valentine boxes on the long shelf in their classroom. Mrs. Adler instructed them to use an old shoebox and go crazy with their imagination.

 

Scarlett liked this homework. She painted her box red and made an overly-large pair of lavender lips with a slot where the lips parted. This was a slot for her long awaited Valentines, especially the one from her crush, Jacob. He was the so-called “bad boy’” of the class and was constantly in trouble. Scarlett had a soft spot, a very soft spot, for him in her third grade heart.

 

On that day, she would reveal her deep liking for him on paper. She had to choose wisely. Flowery Valentines wouldn’t do, so she convinced her Mom to let her buy a single valentine for Jacob instead of one from a pack. Her mother abided, and Scarlett chose Spiderman, a Super Hero, for he definitely belonged in that category.

 

She signed her name with a tiny heart, and in pink ink. She also sealed it with a piece of chewed-up bubblegum. Scarlett thought he would think that was boy-cool.

 

It was time for them to deliver their Valentines. She pushed it slowly through the slot. Now, her feelings would be locked in his shoebox until next Wednesday. She sighed.

 

February 14th, the noted day of love, Scarlett Remington’s heart would be exposed to bad-boy Spiderman, Jacob Johnson. These next 6 days would be the longest days she could ever imagine with a few sleepless nights included.

GoRdoN LeMeRe

GoRdoN LeMeRe...”Gord” to his close friends. He lives in San Francisco, but is originally from Idaho-the potato state.

 

He is an architect, a cool guy. He wears his thick hair, tasseled, in all directions. This makes the women who catch his eye, only hope to know his deep secrets.

 

Nevertheless, Gord doesn’t let many women into his heart. He stays mostly to himself, and to his small group of tight friends. However, there is one brown-eyed girl that caught his attention.

 

Michelle, is her name. He only knows this by seeing it written on her daily coffee mixture at Philz Coffee Shop. This is where he first fell into her volcanic eyes. It has been 2 months of 5 work days, of morning coffee at Philz on Minnesota Avenue.

 

Gord is strong in his coffee bean choice, but weak in approaching a woman that makes his heart freeze. Yet, he knew a move needed to be made...on the soon-side.—GoRdoN. 

RosaLyn BeRt

RoSaLyN BeRt...and her painted shell HoLiDaY HaT, with felt candy canes, won a disappointing second place. This was, of course, behind SissY AnNe & her ChrIstMas TrEE hat who won the coveted blue ribbon.

 

However, a buyer from Saks Fifth Avenue was present at this contest. She was extremely impressed with Rosalyn’s creativity and painting skills. She pulled Rosalyn aside.

 

The woman whispered in her ear that she envisioned a grand Christmas display of her painted shells in their windows next season. They would discuss the details of the scene later, but guaranteed that Rosalyn and her windows, would definitely be the envy of Barneys, and the other department store displays.

 

She slipped her a card and ended with, “Call me", and gave her a sly wink.

 

Rosalyn Bert...her 2 nd place hat prize, just became a golden, 1st place- plus. 

DiNa, also known as JuJu

DiNa, also known as JuJu, has always aspired to experience her 15 minutes of fame in life. She has cultivated considerable attention by being a pattern mixer.

 

No solid colors for her, it is all about groovy patterns. The more patterns she mixed, the better. Big patterns with small patterns, and stripes with polka dots. Floral with check, and check with paisley. They all happily harmonized.

 

JuJu carried her fondness for pattern onto her eye shadow, nail polish, hairstyle, and even her shoulder tattoo. You would think a person would become dizzy just glancing in her direction, but she had the opposite effect.

 

Her “pattern-itis “ brought on an absurd calmness to others, and they became entranced in her presence. In fact, the other day, JuJu was approached to walk the runway for an edgy designer at the famed fashion week.

 

Rivio, the designer, saw JuJu’s magic first hand as passerby’s eyes locked on her patternicity. She would be a brilliant tool to capture his audience.

 

JuJu was beyond flattered at the invitation. This would be a sort of debut for her self-expression. Of course, she accepted.

 

Now her focus was on her pattern mix. It would be her 15 minutes of fame...maybe 17, if she strutted on the slow side...JuJu.

MaRgoRy WiLcoX

In the heated passion of their New Year’s Eve kiss, MaGoRy WiLcoX closed her eyes tight. When the celebratory kiss ended, she tried to open her eyes. The glue from one of her false eyelashes, had sealed her left eye shut.

 

She fled to the bathroom and left her date bewildered about his kissing ability.

 

Margory doused her eye with steamy water and tugged at the lashes. It dropped into the sink. Her tortured, blood-shot eye barely stared back at her in the mirror.

 

Margory, a confident gal— stripped her right eye lash off for eye unity, and returned to her date.

 

That night, she vowed never to buy off-brand lashes, especially at a drug store that for some odd reason, was going out of business.

 

And to you, in this new year, continue to take risks, but avoid the more obvious off -brand decisions that may lead to a sore eye!

 

 

CriCkeT HoLLie

The Ponytail. Cricket Hollie always dons a ponytail.

 

It is tight to her head and proper looking. In fact, this is her hairstyle of choice every single day.

 

A ponytail can be worn countless ways; high, low, medium, tight, loose, banded at the bottom, or throughout. You can even throw in a bit of braiding to subtly beautify it, and to really be on the turn...there is the side ponytail. That one reminds me fondly of "Cissy" from the late 60's television show, "Family Affair".

 

The Ponytail is like a pair of jeans, you can dress it up for a chic affair, or dress it down for a quick run to the grocery store.

 

They also aren't discriminatory. Toddlers to the elderly wear them, and men sport ponytails too.

Cricket Hollie wears her taut ponytail every day. It is a mindless "do", and the bonus is that she never has had a bad hair day in her life!

OpHeLiA BriDgeFoRtH

On March 2nd, today, Miss Ophelia Bridgeforth was feeling Spring-like. However, she lived in the state of Minnesota, where today, and the last 8 weeks to be exact, spring wasn’t springing. It hadn’t even poked its head out to test the weather. But Ophelia had an itch, a large itch to see brown grass turn green, baby buds on trees, and flowerpots bursting in blooms.

 

Ophelia couldn’t afford a ticket to Arizona, and take vacation time because of household repairs...of course, due to snow. Although, she did the next best thing.

 

She thought hard on her springtime ideas, and was determined to make them grow. So instead of a vacation, Ophelia scraped off her windshield, and drove to the local craft shop. There, she bought supplies.

 

She drew, cut, and pasted an Ophelia spring of pink flowers. She sprayed a gardeny scent room freshener on her paper flowers for that “sort-of-spring-like” smell. Her living room rug, now, wore a sparkle of green, plastic Easter grass. This she scattered from 8 bags purchased from an early Easter display. For spring snacks, Ophelia squeezed an orange-grapefruit drink, and baked lilac shortbread cookies.

 

To bring it on home, she dressed in her favorite spring outfit, and played springy 70’s music like “Brand New Key” by Melanie.

 

All of this hoopla was to note her very own indoor spring.

 

Ophelia thought it, and made the indoor pink paradise come alive.

 

So on this winter / spring day, know that whatever your thoughts or dreams may be, do them Ophelia style, and they will happen — Ophelia will tell you so.

RiTa HeNcKLe

Ever since RiTa HeNcKLe was a child, she and her mother would stargaze almost every night before bed. Margaret, her mom, would tell her to chose a star, make a grand wish, and then thank her star for their connection.

 

Rita’s wishes throughout the years ranged from puppy slippers, a glow in the dark tiara, and scoring tickets to a sold out concert. They all came miraculously true.

 

Now she was asking a tremendous favor from a star. Just last night, she wished that Fred Johnson, who works at the hardware store, would return to her, the deep affection that she has for him.

 

Rita has had an adult crush on Fred for several months, but he hasn’t asked her out for that special Saturday night date...yet.

 

It was time that the star wish maxed its power. Filled with

a mountain of hope, and wearing her lime green chiffon dress, Rita trusted that her star, last night, would not disappoint her.

 

She entered the hardware store.

EmMa AmAnDa

EmMa AmAnDa...E.A. for short, pulls out her Christmas tree pin every December 1st.

 

It is her yearly tradition that she began four December’s ago, after her mother rose to the world of glittering stars sparkling with kindness and love

 

E.A. wears this pin that had been her mother’s, and her grandmother’s, every day, until Christmas Day.

 

A bit of the enamel has been chipped, but that doesn’t matter to her. She wears it close to her heart and feels both her mother and her grandmother’s affection.

 

During those 25 days of December, a permanent smile always curves on Emma Amanda’s face. 

SiMpSoN & GuS

They were rescued about a week apart by neighbors. They became acquainted through the backyard fence through their barks and sniffs and instantly became yard buddies.

 

They met face to face when they were on a walk one day, and that solidified their friendship.

 

When they weren’t together, they sniffed through the fence and carried on their dog-bark conversations. Their walks and park play became a regular weekly event. "Neighbors" you could call them—"best buds for life" they would call themselves.

 

Simpson & Gus…the rescue pals.

PeArL

Pearl was adopted when she was three-years-old by an older woman oozing with love named Agatha Spelt. Agatha also oozed sugar. Her sweets were well-known around town. Whenever there was a need for a dessert, Agatha volunteered.

 

Because of all this baking, Pearl bumped around the kitchen at an early age. She gathered hours of practice by baking beside her mother and licking many spoons. Agatha taught her daughter that the most important ingredient was passion. She inspired Pearl to create on the edge, and stir in the unexpected.
 

Pearl attended the esteemed Le Cordon Blue College of Culinary Arts in San Francisco. After graduation, she worked in the bay area. She followed Agatha’s creative approach to baking and her artistry flourished.
 

Pearl poured so much of her passion into her baking that there was never time to share it with any admirers that crossed her path. Agatha became ill, and Pearl returned to Davistown to care for her. With Pearl’s mastery of baking, she immediately landed a job as head pastry chef at a local resort. On weekends, Pearl cared for her mother and baked, and baked, and baked some more.
 

Although Agatha’s health was failing, her love of sweets never halted and she guided Pearl in perfecting her recipes into delectable masterpieces. By living with her mother, and not paying the high rent of San Francisco, Pearl saved her money for her dream bakery.
 

Shortly after her mother died, Pearl emptied her savings and bought a space and with the help of her friends, 'Pearl’s' was born. Pearl, without exception, greets her customers wearing a cap with embroidered flowers and her name. Agatha sewed this cap before she passed away. It’s not a perfect fit, but Pearl feels her mother’s warmth when she pins it on her head.

 

Life is good—her pastries are prized by many, especially the delectable "Everything" cupcake. It led to a TV crew filming her for a trendy show. The only ingredient missing in her life was a special guy that adored Pearl, and all her passion for baking. …And that's when she realized she had developed a crush on her mailman, Fizz.

ThOrtOn JaMeS

Thorton James was a rescue dog from Georgia. You couldn’t detect a southern accent in his bark, but it seemed his barks were drawn out a little longer than a dog’s bark from the west coast.


He went from the city life of Atlanta, to a tiny southern town when he was rescued. Life was slower paced in Summerville, and everyone knew each other. Because of this, Thorton moseyed around the town without a leash and got his fix of that gushy, enveloped, southern love from the shopkeepers and passers-by. He then would return home, where Miss Wynn would dote on him some more.

 

Endless affection was abundant for Thorton James now, and he hoped the same dog fairy would find the rest of his pals that he had to leave behind in Atlanta.

 

Thorton James… the rescue dog with the southern bark. 

VeRoNicA FeLadoRy

Elly-Anne was wondering what a “JuLeS” line of jewelry would look like if I did a cOLoRFuL version....Miss VeRoNicA FeLadoRy was so kind to volunteer in modeling a few pieces.

 

Veronica is always thrilled to make a statement, especially with color, and so she was a bit ecstatic when I called her with the invitation. Veronica even abandoned her Wednesday morning massage and psychic reading.

 

Thank you, Veronica, for trimming yourself with a peek at the JuLeS jewelry line.

ARiaNNA DigLe

ARiaNNa DigLe saw an advertisement for bendable curlers. They promised they would deliver that “natural” look that every woman seeks.

 

The word “natural” sold her. She had a drawer full of curling irons that guaranteed that look, but only provided frizz-burned hair, and very unusual kinks.

 

She twisted them into her fine hair, and slept on them for a trusting, extra bounce.

 

The next morning she eagerly unwrapped her curls. They fell on her head, revealing numerous, bald spots. “Good grief”, she groaned, and washed the failed curls gone.

 

Arianna dressed, and was about to dry her hair when the fire alarm buzzed in her apartment complex.

 

Everyone rushed outside, and waited in the parking lot. Arianna nervously watched the time. She would be late for work if she didn’t leave now. Off she dashed with her styleless hair.

 

Her work day became quite a sweet surprise. Everyone who passed her cubical that morning, complimented her on her “natural” hairstyle. She was a bit confused, but as the day went on, the flattery continued.

 

That Thursday, Arianna made a pact with herself to no longer fall into the fate of advertising fairy tales, and to celebrate her own Arianna-natural hair. ...She also made imaginary animals out of the defunct curlers, which decorate her work desk.

DaNieL

He was visiting NYC from Montreal. He had brought his mother to the city so that she could have a change of scenery. He was very close to her, and took her on several trips during the year. Daniel had never married, and was in his mid 50's.

 

After a day of shopping & spoiling his mother, she settled in for the evening. He decided to take a walk in the neighborhood and look for the wine bar he hadn't found the night before. His friend had recommended it and said they had a unique menu and wine selection. --- Daniel was about to have an encounter with Amanda.

JiM the ReScue DoG

Jim was told he was a rescue dog-- whatever that means.

 

He did know he has a real home now, which means he goes on walks and wanders around freely from room to room in a house, and can hang out wherever he chooses. That's cool. He also gets treats, and plays ball with a person named JoAnne with curly, blonde hair. She cuddles with him and scratches his ears. She forever gives him compliments. He tries to give her compliments too, but Jim doesn't think she totally understands what he's saying. They live together in this house.

 

JoAnne is quickly becoming Jim's best friend. 

EzZie the Love Witch

Minton picked up the concoction and thanked Ezzie profusely. He had a plan. He would add this to her coffee, unknowingly. He then pictured that beautiful Belinda Anne would drink the love coffee, stare deep into his eyes, and instantaneously, the two would be locked forever in heart-shaped bliss.

 

The next day he saw Belinda Anne at the coffee shop, but she was sitting with Marjorie McDonald, from the accounting department. Marjorie had a shriveled-up look with intense lime-green eyes which reflected onto her skin. He was told that she was a real witch, and it gave him a shiver.

 

Although Belinda was with Marjorie, it didn’t discourage his plan. Minton approached the two of them. He said “hello” and immediately began laughing hysterically, and pointed in another direction. They both looked to see the humor, and he swiftly dumped the potion in to Belinda Anne’s coffee.

 

They turned back abruptly, and stared at him puzzled. “Oh you just missed it, the craziest Halloween costume e v e r !” he exclaimed.

 

At that moment, Belinda Anne’s hand hit Marjorie’s coffee, which ran everywhere. The three of them quickly mopped it up. Belinda Anne felt horrible, and begged Marjorie, “Please take my coffee. I haven’t touched it yet.” Minton’s face was horrified.

 

“No, no, no, no-no,“ he bellowed. There was nothing he could do. Marjorie slurped the coffee like it was her last cup in life. When she finished, she glanced up and immediately was spellbound by Minton’s eyes. Marjorie was locked forever in heart-shaped bliss with Minton, the bliss that was meant for Belinda Anne.

 

On this Halloween, be careful with your potions, especially in the area of love. It may be best to let nature take its course, or there may be a grave repercussion...including a real witch.

MiTzY MaRgaRet

Mitzy Margaret drank dirty, two-olive martinis on Mondays, with a side shot of dark, salted chocolate chunks...between sips.

FraNciNe'S Indulgence

A creamy, chocolatey whiff of a sandwich cookie. This was FraNciNe’S indulgence for a late afternoon pick-me up.

 

There was a time, 6 months ago, when she actually ate the cookies instead of whiffed them. However, 10 pounds later, and the announcement that her daughter was getting married, halted that gratification. The wedding would also be taking place this summer, at an outdoor venue where a sleeveless dress would be perfect.

 

So for now, a whiff will do for Miss Francine, or maybe two. 

MiStY AlBy

Misty Alby has what someone would refer to as stiff or inflexible hair. It never moves. It is thick, and it is also curly. It takes her a good hour to straighten every strand...and orderly hair is her hairdo of choice.

 

However, after an intense hour of straightening, Misty's hair, of course, wants to do its natural thing of swaying, bending, curling, or frizzing. The slightest hint of air moisture would free her hair to do so. But Misty has jailed her hair into smoothness, and preserve her sleek coiffure.

 

She douses her hair with 4 coats of "ZaZa's Solid Beauty Spray". It is indeed powerful, and after use, her hair does not move, shake, or toss. In fact, her whole body would have to toss for it to have movement. It's an immobilizer in spray form, and Misty's godsend.

 

And so, with starched hair in place, Miss Misty Alby attends to the day ahead with global confidence. 

ThE CoWboy BoOt

The CoWboY BoOt. --Was this boot worn by a roDeO QueEn and then found in a seConD haNd sHop, where "Della" purchased them, and then wore them with her Dolly Parton costume ---to a HaLLoweEn PaRtY?-- I'd love to heAr what you think this CoWboY BoOt's StOry is? ! 

BeLinDA

Belinda was feeling a bit blue today, and hoped it didn’t show....

LoiS

LoiS choose the spinach salad for her entree at the annual women’s luncheon. A spinach leaf found a comfortable home around one of her front teeth and settled in.

 

After lunch, photos were taken for their promotional material, which included the front page of tomorrow’s paper. Lois applied her scarlet lipstick and gave her best beauty pageant smile.

 

And then it was the next day, Lois sat at her breakfast table with a cup of coffee and her paper. Much to her embarrassment, there she was, front and center, in color, with a smile that looked a little gappy ...and not the attractive kind.

 

Fortunately, she was able to have the marketing department, doctor the photo for their remaining use. However, damage was done, and for a couple of days, Lois was forced to hear, and feel the vibration, of snickering around her small town.

 

A lesson was learned on photo day... and a 5 letter word she’ll never forget...floss. 

ArLeNe PiMbLeGraSs

Today was the day that ArLeNe PiMbLeGraSs had to visit the Department of Motor Vehicles. She needed to renew her license, which meant a photo retake. Being a prepared woman of today, and wanting the absolute best photo possible, Arlene had her hair styled at the hairdresser so that each curl would lay in line. She also stopped by Linly’s department store for a free makeover, so that her makeup was flawless. Arlene dressed in her favorite powder blue blouse. It made her blue eyes dance. Lastly, she wore her great aunt’s pearl drop earrings, they gave her that sophisticated look—at least she thought so.

 

Arlene was ready for her photo. Her number was called and she was asked to stand against the backdrop. Eyes wide open, teeth flossed, fresh lipstick applied, she was more than ready for the camera. “Click!” and it was done.

 

She waited for her copy. The clerk okayed it and slid it to her view. “Egads!” She screamed. “I have 45 chins!” Her comment did not phase the clerk. “I need a retake!” she demanded. “We don’t do retakes lady”. “But look— this obviously is not me,” she added. He glanced at her, and then at the copy, “It is you.” he replied, “You may go.”

 

Seven years Arlene must live with this photo. This was not a good day.

JaNet ThuRmaDoOr

JaNet ThuRmaDoOr had always longed to be a fashion model since 4th grade. In fact, she had asked to be called “Jade”, which she supposed was very “modelish”. Jade did not become a model, but a school teacher. It was rewarding, but not as fashionable.

 

Janet “Jade” also carried a secret. To fulfill her empty model desire, she would style her hair as a fashion model would, slide on a designer dress that she bought at a high-end second hand shop, and slip on her only pair of high-heeled shoes that definitely weren’t sensible. She then would walk the imaginary catwalk in her living room.

 

This would only take place when she knew she was alone. None of her children, nor her husband, or even her best friend Melanie, suspected her model doings.

 

On Thursday, Janet’s school released the children early for the holidays. Her own children were going to their friend’s homes to hang out, her husband was still at work, and her best friend was Christmas shopping. Janet had an intense urge to play her Jade-model role and raced home.

 

She coiffed her hair, zipped into her dress, & strapped on her heels. She put on some model-isc music, and began her walk. She would do this for at least 20 minutes, tracing her steps over and over again. She was in the “model zone”.

 

Jade, the pretend model, made her turn and there stood her husband.

“What are you doing!?” He exclaimed. Jade’s face turned 50 shades of pink, and she covered herself in embarrassment. She barely got her voice to sound, but weakly replied, “I’m thinking we should replace the carpeting and measuring with my footsteps. Don’t you think we should?”....Jade, the part-time model. Live your fantasy —we won’t tell! 

GlAdiOla

Gladiola and her husband, Harry, belonged to a square dancing club about 17 years ago. He even surprised her with a cowboy boot brooch to wear on those special Saturday nights. Gladiola, now square-dances to occupy her time at her retirement community, Valley Hill.

 

Harry, who always had her heart, although she was infatuated with Dean Martin, left her without a dance partner a little over 2 years ago. Her son James, who goes by Jimmy, or Jim, used to visit Gladiola regularly. He is now overloaded with the music hall he owns. Gladiola understands his heavy schedule and only hopes for a phone call now and then. She told her son many times that he should offer square dancing once a week. Jim selectively ignored her request.

 

Marcy, her dance teacher, absorbs the empty space that Jim occupied and Gladiola is grateful for Marcy’s kind heart. The attachment between Marcy & Gladiola is mutual.

BaRbaRa DoRthEa "Bunny"

Barbara Dorthea was her given name, but "Bunny" became her name of affection.


She was in her 50’s now, but she still wanted to be as hip as her high school daughter, Megan. Why not borrow her daughter’s blue lipstick for the day and give it a go.

 

When applied to her lips, for some reason, the trendy colored lipstick did not offer Bunny the coolness that she anticipated. When she picked up her daughter and her friends from the coffee shop, her daughter, to no surprise, was socially devastated. 

GaRtH the TuRkeY

Garth the turkey---was once an albino. The others thought he was an odd swan. Garth had been jeered most of his life.

 

So what--that others get confused by his appearance. Garth isn't confused. He knows who he is--that's all that matters.

 

Garth has ran with his uniqueness and made himself even more extraordinary. He dyed his white feathers to a more celebratory style. Why not? It works for Garth. 

VaLeRie BeNNinG's BootS

Not your average snow boots....VaLeRie BeNNinG always displayed her panache for fashion at work. Her colleagues at Dern’s Financial expected it.

 

The majority there, were suited in grey or navy, with a pop of red to break up the conservative atmosphere. Valerie, however, always chose statement jewelry, hot pink tights, or a psychedelic headband.

 

Valerie, forever, needed to parade her unique style and working in her bourgeois office was not going to douse it.

 

Her favorite groove to show off her “Valerieism” was with her shoes...her winter boots to be exact. These boots, as shown, would brighten any dreary, winter day, especially in the sea of everyday navy and gray suits.

 

At Dern’s Financial, Valerie’s accessories, especially her snow boots, were the Conga Line at a very dull party. —Thank goodness for the Valerie Benning’s of the world. 

JuNe MaRiE

June Marie was an elephant on the edge. She had always envied the colorful birds of the bush, and so, instead of wearing stormy, grey skin, she made a fearless statement by using her elephant body to express her splashy personality.

 

June Marie painted herself in an ever-changing color palette of flowers. ---The rest-- didn't follow, but admired her adventurous spark, and looked forward to her elephant skin pageant.

 

Life would be rather dull without the June Maries' of the world! CheErS to June Marie! 

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She pinned the enamel alligator close to her heart...he gave it to her. Mitch was his name, curiously her precious dog's name also. They met playing tennis at a postcard-perfect resort. He wore a mustache, and she teased that she would pay him a dollar if he shaved it. The day turned to night. Before sunrise, he had to cab it to the airport. Meg snapped a selfie of them to remember...and he handed her a book of matches with his number and smiled. Today, a year later, the matchbook appeared...should she call?

The EnCouNter

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