My crepe myrtle tree
Surrenders to the wind
Her branches move
As the wind would have
Her
Every tree I see
Is bowing to the
Wind
It is a scene
Of total surrender
If only I could do
As much
Bow with ease of
Spirit
To the winds of change
That blow through life
In total surrender
Date Night, 1967
That photo is a riot! I had bought this long pink dress that was on sale at Neiman Marcus in Dallas when Steve and I and our four little kids were visiting Steve’s oldest brother and his wife.
Neiman Marcus, Dallas–present day
I thought it the most gorgeous dress I had ever had. I felt like a queen of something or other and that photo was taken when we were back in Waukegan on our way to some fancy function, tho, we never went to many fancy anythings in Waukegan. Maybe it was a wedding or formal dinner somewhere else. Anyway, I felt like the most fashionable creature. I posed for the photo that Steve took before we left for wherever we were going. I wore gloves, and carried a sequined bag that my mother-in law had given me when Steve and I were married. So elegant. So unlike me. But it was fun. Like dressing up in my mother’s clothes!
Wendy’s granddaughter, Aster, posing with her Nana’s fancy date night purse.
One of Wendy’s elegant date night bags that Aster adores playing with.