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  1. I literally just watched that episode before I read this!
    I’m sometimes my 19 year old self, but mainly not. I’m one of the few women I know who wishes she looked like her current (30 year old) self at 19! So clearly I have far more confidence haha!

  2. “Weekend” is one of my favorite stories of all time. I’ve read it over and over. At almost 60, I am still very much that 19 year old girl I used to be. I am shocked when I look in the mirror, but I still see that 19-year-old peering out of those eyes. I was acutely aware of the Voluntary Bondage of my child-rearing years, but took it on willingly. Now that the child-rearing is over, I miss it. And I miss all the fun things I did as a 19-year-old. I wonder at the swiftness of the years, because that 19-year-old is still trying to catch up.

  3. “Weekend” is one of my favorite stories of all time. I’ve read it over and over. At almost 60, I am still very much that 19 year old girl I used to be. I am shocked when I look in the mirror, but I still see that 19-year-old peering out of those eyes. I was acutely aware of the Voluntary Bondage of my child-rearing years, but took it on willingly. Now that the child-rearing is over, I miss it. And I miss all the fun things I did as a 19-year-old. I wonder at the swiftness of the years, because that 19-year-old is still trying to catch up.

  4. My Mother told me once you have children the time flies. Now I am 60 with a 38 and 36 yr old and two grandsons I realise she was right. Sigh.

  5. “A daily conversation with women everywhere, intended to both draw their attention to the female condition and if it cannot be solved, (for I do not think it can), to claim it as our own and allow it to define our most creative, intelligent selves, as women who give our all to raising children, feeding our minds and creating from deep within, something that represents our authenticity, supported by or indeed, despite the confines of marriage.”
    This is what I love about you, Alison. The Brocante Home ethos of nurturing oneself and one’s home is the antidote to post-feminist perfectionism. So many women look at other women in the store, at the mall, and in the school parking lot, and they compare their insides to the other women’s outsides.
    Result: Misery. Loneliness. Depression. Resentment.
    It’s The Big Trap. We all long to have the perfect family, the perfect home, the perfect wardrobe, and the perfect life, and we feel like if we just buy this rug or that outfit, land The Dream Job, or marry The Perfect Man, everything will suddenly come up roses. We’ll be living inside a Williams Sonoma catalog. Heaven on earth is just around the corner…
    But it’s not. We’re living in an imperfect world filled with imperfect people, and we all have bad hair days and big bum days and I Can’t Stand This Man a Second Longer days and My House Looks Like a Cyclone Hit It days, and if we don’t make a deliberate effort to lovingly nurture ourselves and our homes and our families we will let them all go to Hades In A Handbasket.
    Embrace your life, invite your soul, and make your home a haven for both.
    Thus saith the preacher. :-p

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