Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 8
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It is this season between spring and summer that you love the most. The air is a symphony of sounds, birds and bees and the wind rustling through the trees. You are grateful for the slow and steady work you have done in your garden in the colder months as the days get warmer and your garden begins to really show signs of life. It's not quite warm enough to forego your cardigan but the sun is shining steadily and you're thankful for the shade of your vintage straw hat. This morning's garden task is to pot up your tray of seedlings of foxgloves,...
Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 8
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Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 9
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Perhaps going for a walk through the woods wasn't the best idea. You glance through the treetops ahead and notice the sky darkening somewhat ominously, a light drizzle has already begun to fall and you wrap your arms tightly around yourself feeling your teeth slightly chatter. You could go back to the cabin. Start a fire. Make some hot cocoa and nestle into the oversized chair your grandparents have had since before you were born. But you decide it will be worth it to forge on. You remind yourself that you've been cooped up in the cabin long enough and the...
Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 9
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Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 4
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Sylvie dropped her small suitcase in the hall, the soft thud of the leather case lightly echoed along the wallpapered walls. She let out a soft sigh mingled with hope and grief as she glanced around her new home. New in some ways, though familiar in many ways. Mid morning light streamed in through the lace curtained windows and as Sylvie walked around the small house, the sound of running feet, a tea kettle coming to a boil, and a fire crackling at the heart wafted through her mind. Memories of a carefree and happy childhood spent at her grandmother's home in...
Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 4
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Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 3
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The old library stood stoically at the end of the street, a burnished red brick building with simple white pillars showing years of wear and tear. The weather is overcast, the clouds promising a late afternoon shower and you quicken your pace down the hedge lined path tugging at the sleeves of your cardigan sweater and adjusting your hair scarf. As you push open the heavy wooden doors the hinges groan a tired but friendly "Welcome" and instantly the smell of old pages and books and weathered pine fill your senses and you're transported back home, 3000 miles away. A wave of...
Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 3
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Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 7
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Oh summer does cast her own magic spell and you with your love for Autumn cannot help but long with a slight sigh on your berry stained lips for those cool winds, moody mornings with the signs of rain, and leaves turning shades of gold, rust, and amber. Perhaps this is why on this uncommon cool summer evening you're especially excited to snuggle into a cozy new lightweight sweater (though it should be noted that you're still barefoot in the grass) while you await the symphony at dusk conducted by the neighborhood birds. Here at mypiggywiggy it is our ardent hope that our...
Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 7
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Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 12
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The sun begins her descent behind the softly sloping hills far ahead. You quicken your pace slightly, lifting the hem of your lace detailed dress as you step into the tall summer grass. The fabric of oxeye daisies and wispy blades of grass are ruffled by a brisk and welcomed summer breeze. The sun dips lower, a golden haze befalls the field around you bathing it in warmth and for a moment you experience true real magic watching the waltz of the wildflowers their heads glinting and bowing in golden light. A group of birds twitter over head, a symphony. Your hair...
Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 12
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Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 24
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Could it really have been 12 years since you last saw your Aunt June? Over a decade ago you were still in middle school worrying about if anyone would notice your new pastel glitter nail polish. Walking up the white wooden steps to the front door of your aunt's house made those years so close and yet so faraway. Your eyes take in the wide sweeping front porch where a wicker table decorated with a faded peach floral tablecloth was dappled in sunshine and two matching wicker chairs with floral cushions that had seen better days rested, beckoning you to "Come, sit...
Wardrobe Stories / Chapter 24
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