I, for one, have never appreciated the "what is your resolution for the new year" question. I remember the first time I heard this question when I was in fourth grade. It was the first day back from winter break and the do-now read: "State your new year's resolutions and how you will go about achieving it?" My first thought was: "But why? Just because it is the "new" year does not mean that my goals have magically changed. I am still the same person with the same beliefs." But I had to do the assignment so I wrote something down and forgot about it. Every year though this seems to arise. I even heard it a couple of days ago from my seven year old because he too had the same assignment. I will tell you what I told him: we are here for many reasons and with every breath we take we are moving closer to accomplishing the very goals that succeed those reasons.

You may or may not be aware of your purpose in life, but make no mistake, it will in some shape or form be fulfilled even if you are not aware of it. So, why put such rigidness around anything we do or don't do? Why not instead focus on the flow? Your flow will get you where you need to be and you will be happier in the process.

With that said, one of the ways to stay in your flow is to dress in the colors, cuts and fabrics that make you smile with confidence. Don't be afraid to step out of your comfort zone and never be afraid to shine in a different light because it is and always has been all you, and you are fabulously beautiful and especially wild!

Did you know that catalog shopping for Spring 2024 is open? It is here. Remember, the advantages of catalog shopping is that you can pre-order any style and size you would like and not worry about it being sold out (this only applies to the current season).

Wishing all of you a smooth flow and fabulous shopping in 2024 and beyond!

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She called on him but no one would come. Then she searched for a letter but there was nothing. She fell to the floor in complete confusion and desperation with tears running down her cheeks and eventually falling on the blank canvasses that lay below her feet. Why were there so many White canvasses and so many opened buckets of paint and none of them had her perfect color? Her madness took over and she began to throw paint everywhere and all around her, some spilling on the blank canvas closest to her. This went on for a long time, but it felt to her as if time had frozen. After a while, she stopped crying and looked at that canvas. Although the energy around her felt too painful for words, the canvas that lay in front of her brought her a curious kind of comfort. Maybe it was because it reminded her of him. She was astonished that in the midst of such immense pain and sorrow she was able to create something so beautiful. Wow, she thought, I can't stop looking at this painting. "But, it does not have my favorite color on it." This painting had no Pink, it had lots of color, but no hot Pink. "But I love it!" The Blue resembles water, and the Green grass and Yellow looks like flowers. The Red are lips. All of these thoughts running in her mind.  She wished he was there to see this. Her eyes kept staring at this painting in complete awe of herself and that her love was nowhere to be found. Just as her eyes were devouring this painting, not with the same orgasmic feeling as she did his painting but still powerful in its own way, she remembered what he had always told her every time she sat on his lap falling in love with another one of his masterpieces: "My love, remember, a work of art is not a work of art without your signature, so let's make it ours now." It was at that very moment when she saw it. How could she have missed it before? There, at the very bottom corner of this canvas was a speckle of hot Pink paint! It was a tiny little drawing, it resembled a map. She couldn't see it without grabbing a magnifying glass and there it was clear as day. The journey that her lover had set on was laid out step by step on this tiny map. There was no question in her mind, she was going to leave tonight. But, before she left, she made sure to sign her work of art. This is how the inspiration for When Hot Pink Paint Ran Out Flared Dress came alive. Do you think the artist will ever return? Or will she track him down? Do you want to see how the dress came out? See the painting below, click to see the dress!      

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