Sep 9, 2015

Yes, you can wear white after Labor Day

This tidbit from Scarlett Image showed up in my personal inbox this morning.  I am so pleased because I have had a few conversations about wearing white after Labor Day already.

In my younger days I worked retail and have loved fashion as long as I can recall.  I work from a home office now & rarely dress up unless I have to.  I love my casual lifestyle but that's for another post on another day.

This tidbit from Scarlett Image showed up in my personal inbox this morning.  I am so pleased because I have had a few conversations about wearing white after Labor Day already.

In my younger days I worked retail and have loved fashion as long as I can recall.  I work from a home office now & rarely dress up unless I have to.  I love my casual lifestyle but that's for another post on another day.

I met Scarlett at a Business Women's Networking Event some years ago. I watched the makeovers she she had a hand in and loved her style. One of the things I love about Scarlett is the way she helps women (me) choose the best look and fit with ease.  I follow Scarlett's social media action and receive updates that inspire.  I decided to reach out to Scarlett when I was clearing out my closet and preparing for a couple of business trips.  I needed help choosing what to keep, what to donate, and what to toss.  I had a large assortment of wonderful clothes when we finished our first session. My closet began looking like a dream come true.  

The wonderful assortment of outfits we put together came with photos of me in those outfits so I'd know what to bring on my trips. 

On a personal shopping tour with her I had a ball trying on the items she'd prepared for me in advance. I felt like a celebrity having the sales woman ready for our arrival.

I trust Scarlett to help me whenever I shop for seasonal wear. I have accumulated a look that I love.

Yesterday I stepped out the door in this 90 + degree heat wearing one of the original outfits I purchased with Scarlett in late spring 2013 and was greeted by two neighbors on a walk. The gals complimented my look immediately.  I won't lie. I loved it. (Thanks A & S).

This remains one of my favorite casual outfits. 
I love feeling good in my clothes. Working from home office, I do not need to dress daily.  A gal can find herself feeling lousy wearing tee shirts and shorts all the time.  I prefer dresses.

Scarlett, thanks for clearing this up.  Now, who has been asking me about wearing white this week?

Follow this link to Scarlett's Website where you will find some great tips for your wardrobe.

No need for something new her

Lots of black was in my wardrobe


Easy breezy summertime 

More black.  

Not my favorite top.  It's heading out this season. 
Jeans, a white top, a sweater

Okay thats it for today.  Thanks for checking in!

Apr 3, 2015

Good Friday Reflections

Good Friday Reflections - I used to love going to church, singing hymns, reading and hearing sermons.  I used to love being in the community with others who came together for similar purposes as I did.  I used to love the Maundy Thursday reading of the Last Supper passages and reenactments the little churches I’ve participated in portrayed from one year until the next.

I would dress for church “appropriately” in “church attire” and I would get there early to get a good seat, aka my seat.  With or without my Vinnie, I’d be there each day in Holy week to connect to and be reminded of and to fall in love with Jesus all over again. I did this to appreciate Him and to try and grasp the meanings behind the Passion of the Christ. 

I used to love to tell the story and the Gospel according to Denise. I know it sounds wrong but its so. The Gospel according to each one of us individually matters.

I used to weep on Good Friday. I used to go to church a lot. I miss having the love of going to church that I once carried in every fiber of my being.  I don’t know when I lost it.  Was it when I was struck with a depression? Did I make a mistake being employed by two different churches?  Did I get too involved in committee work?  Was it because of when I was a kid? I haven’t been able to trace it. But I know that I don’t love church so much anymore. 

I don’t like rushing to get out the door in time, or dressing up. I don’t like to feel alone and I don’t like to be in a community where I am reminded of things that have separated me from what was once experienced as Grace. We are powerless over other people, places and things and I am reminded not to hold a grudge so I let go and I release and I pray and I find there is comfort in prayer and in like-minded community. But, I miss loving church and singing hymns.  I miss the enjoyment of hearing sermons. 

Oh and I do miss the passion I had. Perhaps it was the exuberance of youth?  I miss how the longing in my heart would somehow be filled with an assurance that goes beyond explanation.  And I miss the way my heart would break and mend all at the same time with the reading of Jesus’ words from the cross, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” The words assured because those words remind me that I had not been singled out to suffer for some major or minor sin that created a separation between my heart and the Messiah’s. 

In the emptiest moment of the afternoon most Good Fridays, I will sit quietly and now alone while I contemplate the reason and purpose for my life’s mission.  I am reminded today of how many times I have been loved and reassured by good church folk that while there is the dark night, there is also the bright morning.  I am reminded of the folks I’ve sat with over the years and tried to witness or reassure them in a time of need.  It is a lonely wait that calls us from today until Easter Morning.  It’s lonely for each one of us. Even so, we are not alone.

Today I feel I am walking a forsaken walk and I wish I didn’t feel the call to share so personal a story. But I know this for certain, I answer the call , “Here I am, send me.” because experience has shown me time and again that this truth telling - my truth - is the best way for me.  It’s through the cross and beyond to a glorious new beginning again and again. See you in church.  Maybe…    

Nov 11, 2013

Promise's Story

This is an update I have been avoiding because we are down to one dog now.

Promise who is six is learning to live indoors for the first time. She's spent her days outdoors fenced in and nights in a dog house while having puppies annually. She is content being indoors and is never shy about heading up to the door to return inside after her walks.

The ear infection she had is cleared up. That has to feel better. She is learning to "go" while attached to a leash too. It's the little things that make a difference. She's learning words - when I asked what commands she knew I was surprised there were none. She knew her name only.

With more tears than I thought would fall the puppy has gone to a new home.  He is with a family who recently lost their 13 year old Blue Merle Collie named Blue. 

Even though it was a difficult decision for us we are pleased the little guy is at a loving home. We miss him a lot though mama Promise is relishing the attention and a well deserved rest. She stopped looking for him the 2nd day. Oh be still my heart. 

Stay tuned for more stories as Promise grows accustomed to being a Diva in CT & Ptown MA. 

Oct 19, 2013

Promises - Promise's

Promise & her little Baby Face

Sunday was a great day to go for a drive. Vin and I jumped on I84 toward North Chelmsford, MA. We were meeting Promise this beautiful sable rough collie who will be six in December. We were early and stopped at an Applebee's for lunch before our 1:00 meeting. 

Promise has been looking for her forever home. She gave birth to a litter of four sable roughs in early August.

There were 3 perfect female puppies and 1 male puppy born. The male is the 8-10 wk old recently weaned pup in the picture. He is blind in one eye and wanted a fur-ever home too.

The moment we met his mama - this little guy rushed over to me then to Vin rapidly chewing and untying both our pairs of shoes. Then, he did it again and again. So very grateful for our Sunday drive last weekend. We were back on the road nearly 3 hours later and had a nice visit. Guess what? The dogs are ours now. The duo will be coming home to live with us shortly. We are making arrangements!
Baby Face is on the left

Oct 10, 2013

Congratulations Westport Pizzeria Celebrating 45 Years

 Westport Pizzeria Celebrating 45 Years With 25 Cent Slices -
This Saturday, October 12, 11-5 p.m. counter service.

 I well remember the early days at the pizza place on Main Street in Westport when I was a teen.  Pizza there was 25 cents a slice - I had mine with mushrooms and extra cheese so that brought it up to 45 cents - add a diet coke and I was in pizza heaven.

 Frank Mioli was barely out of diapers at the time when I first met the Mioli family.  Frank hit me in the head with a spit ball and got in big trouble with his mother, Carolyn Mioli. 

Today, when I look at Mel and Joe, it is hard to believe 45 years have passed.  They look so much like they did then.

Rita Mioli and a family relation Nina worked the counter on Saturday’s.  They delivered what is likely the first pizza delivery from Westport Pizzeria. The location? It was to the VFW Hall on Riverside Avenue on August 19, 1972. Rita and Nina were both invited to the wedding but only one was able to take the day off – Both gals worked and together delivered a large pizza to the party. It was a great and memorable surprise.

Rita Mioli Carolini and her late husband, Lino are Godparents to our first born. The Mioli Familia is very near and dear to our hearts. John & Tina, Rina, Alicia, Kerri, Gino, Lina, Anthony, all of you are what makes the Pizzeria THE place to go for a slice! Congratulations. 

Ciao – from the Costabile’s

Photos from Mioli family photos.