A Look Back

I watched the finale of America’s Got Talent with my niece and her husband tonight.  We looked forward to each act, discussed the contestants journeys during commercials and were inspired, to say the least, by all the performers on that big stage.  We disagreed about who the $1M winner would be but did agree that I should post a blog entry about this top special.

While this is the blog entry, I don’t think it will be what my niece had in mind.  My review of all the acts can be written into my next post.  As for the judges, the love I have for Howie, since seeing him perform at Mechanics Hall in the late 80’s, can also wait – what’s another 30 years?  While I think he’s a comedic saint, it will just have to be done elsewhere.   As for the lady in red she gets enough of my ink when I write about that other show.  That’s the show with a segment always dedicated to hair and make-up, not  snow cones.  AGT wasn’t a carnival and Simon says I must get on with the show and finish my bloody post.

The finale had all the bells and whistles.  Everyone stepped up their game from set design, to orchestration to costuming.  The costume fashion also impacts AGT and the MC supermodel  would agree.  All women have their favorite, most impactful outfits that help them rock the runway of life.

Ladies remember their best fashion statements.  They bring us back to a certain era or remind us of a special time in our lives.  My most memorable outfits that span 50 years are these:

  • the short-sleeved red top with white anchors that was actually a body suit and had snaps in the crotch.  I think I wore that getup every summer day when I was 5.
  • a quilted made in USA cotton top of three triangles – red, white and blue – in 1976.  This fifth grade beauty matched it with my red, white and blue plaid pants on school picture day and I had the pigtails to pull it off.
  •  first time I felt like a model orange gauze blouse with two front pockets that made me look like I had a pair in Junior High.  I wore that statement piece to a pop warner football dance with my discount designer TJ Maxxinista  first pair of Brooke Shields Calvin Klein jeans.
  • 80’s tuxedo blouse I always stole from my older sister to wear to high school.  Dressing like a man, ribbon bow ties and supersized anything was so in;  we were ahead of our time.
  • first green angora cowl neck sweater for the college girl.  Those draped folds were fun to put on and take off.
  • working girl paid-for-it-herself with a salary emerald silk blouse.  It was under the blazer of a two-piece-man’s-world-accounting-suit but I knew how I felt underneath it all.
  • best wardrobe of Momwear ever:   maternity tops to await babies in style, breast-feeding blouses that provided easy-access for feedings every five minutes, my polyester still made in USA Girl Scout leader T-tshirt, the AAU basketball tournament iron-on “MOM” uniformed top, all the LL Bean still-like-new sweaters that our girls gifted with their own money and college mom jerseys to name a few.

The clothes a woman loves best are the ones that make her feel or stay beautiful.  Michael Kors knows this.  And my niece knows the Michael Kors brand.  His soft white cotton double breasted sweater with two mini leather belt attachments is Melissa’s absolute favorite top.  It’s closet finale was also at her house tonight.  She wants her treasured statement piece to journey with me now.  I was amazed at her fashionable gesture.  We disagreed that it no longer fit her correctly but we did agree that it was a very special top.





Magic Carpet Ride

I don’t own a transforming genie, am not a person of great monetary wealth and am not bewitched. However, if I close my eyes in Durham, New Hampshire I am instantly transformed to a palace 80 miles away.

Thank you to the Aladdin of my life for our open air Jeep time. It was a great way to spend a magical afternoon – and take a nap on the way home.

Love, Jasmine


Brimfield Flea Market is host to antiques, industrial salvage, oddities, miles of fields and food vendors as well as paintings, porters and dealer personalities. These antique dealers stage their tents awaiting sales while buyers scope the huge territory waiting for just the right item. My September visit demonstrated both sides of that vintage coin. A dealer’s display of this  little guy stopped me in my tracks. What is he waiting for?

– a glass display box?

– the next onlooker reaction?

– better eyeware fashion?

– someone to purchase him?

– his next meal?

I know, perhaps:

– sunlight?


– an undertaker? 

It seems the taxidermist left him in the dark and feeling a little stuffed.
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I am a writer who sells vintage books and toys. I write about the whimsy of life, family, thrifting, everything and nothing and whispers of the Holy Spirit.

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