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Timeless. This story is absolutely timeless. Another gem.

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OMG Paula, what a beautiful piece. You took me back in time and then forward again. Memories of my own contortions to fit into the fashion trends of the 60s and 70s. Wasn't fashion so amazing back then. Those incredible organic and comic designs and colours! Fast forward to my daughter who has done so many things to her hair, I now watch bits break off as she walks past. 🤦‍♀️ She too danced to her own tune which at times made me want to tear my own hair out, but now I love her unique and quirky personality and glad that she wasn't forced her to conform to society's suffocating rules and lose herself.

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Wonderful how we can revisit the world of fashion through the young women in our lives.

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So true Paula. So true.

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I am really laughing that you actually ironed your hair on an ironing board. Good news for Amelia: hair tools have come a long way ;)

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You've done it again Paula. A sweet and breezy telling that connects generations.

Your warm reverance for family is palpable.

Your ability to make this work seem natural and easy-going belies the skill and labour involved in composing it. Keep writing!

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I dearly love 'You look like a floozie (Google it)." Being in the same age cohort as you, I didn't need to Google. It's one of those deeply resonant out-of-date words that brings back an entire era.

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Sort of like "dreamboat"

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But more obscure to the uninitiated.

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Ahh yes. Some of us have such children marching to their own sartorial drummer. It can be boys too - same grey sweatpants and t shirt every single day for it seemed like a couple of years (luckily we were able to have duplicate sets for laundry switch-outs). An amusing story, told with wit, and style. Thank you.

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My daughter wore one of several leotards and tutus with Moon Boots nearly every day during her first winter of preschool…in Minnesota…in freezing temperatures and blizzards. The first day she did it, I sent a note to her teacher saying I had tried, but was unwilling to die on this mountain. She turned out better than fine 😉 funny how most of us strong willed girls do.

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