Watching a black and white movie the other day reminded me once again of why I love vintage... all things vintage. I love the way women of old carried themselves. Each day they would dress up as if they were going somewhere special. Whether it was their hair, makeup or fashion... it was always done to the fullest and remarkably well. The way they spoke was like an art form… like their words were dipped in honey.
I learn so much from these women of old… not just fashion inspiration. I learn to embrace my femininity and to be all the woman that I can be. To dip my words in honey so that whatever I say may be received and understood by the recipient. The latter has helped me a lot especially when relating to my husband and the opposite sex in general. Lol. My father taught me that truth not spoken in love is no truth at all.