goodness and mercy

My daughter Ava gave me a gift card to Starbucks for my birthday so I'm going to walk up to the Starbucks in Highland Village on the other side of the great Mississippi this morning and buy a Sunday New York Times and a mocha coffee drink.

I'm going to sit and read the Sunday paper and enjoy life.

This Sunday is when the NYTs women's fashion magazine is included in the Sunday paper and I'm going to go nuts over that for at least an hour.

I love fashion, always have, always will.

If you've read my first novel, and some of you have even read the manuscript for the second novel, you know that describing what people wear is a big deal to me.

I can't help it, I'm not ashamed of it, it's in my bloodlines.

My Grandparents on my mother's Swedish side owned the costume shop in Chicago that designed the costumes for the Chicago Opera House, and my Grandmother and Grandfather actually designed and sewed the costumes themselves.

On my father's Italian and German side, his mother, my Grandmother, ran a very elegant women's dress shop in Chicago.

Everybody was always walking around in a serious outfit in my world.

I love it.

You know I do if you've seen my deluge of photos taken over this past year....tutus and black leather with studs, black leather shorts and big pink fur jackets, cream lace dresses and big shearling coats, sequins, berets, fishnets...I see it, I like it, I want it, I get it. (that's in a song on the radio right now by Ariana Grande).

May goodness and mercy follow us all of our days and may we delight in the things that humans do to delight and entertain each other.

And may we always be lifting up the animal kingdom as the way the truth and the light.

Happy Sunday kids!

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