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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Poet who wrote (59164)	2/28/2001 10:06:30 AM
From: Constant Reader	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I have a recurring dream of being dressed in a Laura Ashley floral dress, complete with straw hat, seated at an interminable luncheon. That's ok. As long as you stay away from any staircases in the dream you will be fine.

To: Poet who wrote (59164)	2/28/2001 8:04:59 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

OH, I have been to so many of those luncheons! When I went to college in the later 60s, we still wore white gloves and hats. I had been raised making teeny sandwiches and cute desserts to serve at bridge parties. There was a Dean's Tea the first Sunday we arrived at school; I still remember what I wore. It was a white sleeveless sheath with a navy bow at the midriff. And a navy pillbox hat a la Jacquie, and white gloves with tiny pearl buttons. We wore garter belts and hose back then, pantyhose were not yet invented. I once had a red girdle with white polkadots with a matching slip. At 18, those things looked cute. I don;t think our mothers would have worn them. They wore girdles that meant BUSINESS. PO, I love reading what you write. I wanted to write about last night, but I didn't want in any way to make fun of the women I was with who are all lovely and kind. But I am such a misfit. All that hard work my mother did was so wasted. I can't talk about fabric. I never shop at Neimans. I don't have big hair or big diamonds. I feel--- tolerated. Because I am a writer, I am excused for my failings. And I pander to them with that. It's horrid. "Yes, I am working on a book..... ahem ahem.,..." Oh dear- too many hours today spent watching the little numbers and thinking, I think...