My Dear Little Girlies

Maybe I'm the only one.....But I'm going to go ahead and ask anyway and potentially expose my inner psycho.  Have you ever tried on a garment and hated it SO much that you want to buy it just so that you can take it home, chop it into little pieces, break into a pouring sweat digging a fire pit in the backyard where you can burn the pieces, mix the ashes in with the chicken feed, scoop the chicken poop to use as fertilizer for a flower garden so that you can grow something lovely to replace the nastiness that was that garment you tried on?   No?  Yeah, me neither. ::wipes sweat from brow and tries to hide the shovel::

OK! OK!  I confess!  I did feel that way when I tried on the swimwear that was delivered from Land's End today.  There is not much that is more humbling than trying on a swimsuit.  One more reason to really like winter!  It's basketball season; I look better in darker colors; I like fuzzy slippers, and there's no need for swimwear! Sign me up!

My mom gave me a bag of really old letters from the 1920's and 1930's that she's had in her attic for a long time to use in my art projects.  In some of them, a grandmother writes to her granddaughters beginning her letters with, "My dear little girlies".  I LOVE that!  I want to be one of those girls receiving those letters!  So, I used one of the greetings in my new mixed media piece called "My Dear Little Girlies".

Against a background of weight loss schemes, girdle ads, and dress patterns from a 1950's McCall's magazine, my little love note to all the girlies who might have to try on swimwear this summer is this:

Not a size two

And happy to be

The only girl who

Can be perfectly ME.

And feel free to call if you need a hand with your garden. :)

May the Lord bless you today and remind you of how perfectly perfect you are.

<3 Lori

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