Girls wore dresses when Fio went to school, and it being post-war, their mothers made most of them. At least, Fio's mother did, and she did a good job of it. In fact, when Fiorella went off to college, her party wardrobe was entirely de la Eileen. Fiorella herself had learned to use a machine when she was fourteen, and made a fair number of her own dresses in high school and also after she was married. It was a creative thing for her rather than a necessity, and she enjoyed it.
Nowadays, although she still has a few old dresses in her closet, Fio always wears pants--slacks or jeans. They're more sensible for anyone who lives on heavily wooded acreage, and--she'll admit it--her current body shape is better concealed than put on display.
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Have you noticed how politicized Facebook has become? Farewell, family photos and cute doggie pictures. Maybe it's the virus or maybe it's the upcoming election--we're all on edge.
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Your girl is going crazy trying to get one of her domains changed to another name so she can use it to talk about life as a writer. Actually, with the help of friend Cheryl (translation: Cheryl did all the work) the change-over has been completed, but stupid Fiorella doesn't understand how to get into her new blog.
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Congratulate Fio! Despite having a very nice supply of chocolate in the refrigerator, she didn't eat any of it yesterday, not even a bite. Applause, please!
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