Dear Book, you were hilarious. Thank you for making my evenings so fun.
Dear Black Maxi Dress, how come I’ve not paid attention to you until spotting you on a certain dress companies web page? Really, it’s a travesty ‘cause now I sorta love the notion of having a basic black dress in my closet. Where have I been?
Dear Chick Flicks, in retrospect I suppose that there are more of you than should be on the movie shelf and yet each time one of your genre is put into the player, again I am reminded how much and why I like you so well. Whether you are about a closest bursting full of ridiculous dresses or a love letter fifty years hidden, I suspect it’s a love affair that is not soon to end.
Dear Edith, my dear, you won’t like this yet it must be said! I realize you basically detest your sister, Mary for her snarky, under-handed comments and editorial of your life but seriously, in the instance of your involvement with that Gregson fellow, she has the dude pegged! He may be a decent sort (I suspect not totally) but if he really loves you, he would be long gone. Get the clues!
Dear Ella G., sending you the happiest of birthday wishes! I cannot wait to hear all about your birthday gift that involves a certain favorite country artist. *smile*
Dear Julian Fellowes, now I am over my latest rant aimed at you, I can actually be logical. Is it possible to detest (yet admire it from a dramatic POV) a script while being curious about what could come from that? Methinks it is. Thank you for three years of small-screen bliss.
Dear Kaylee S., how I missed sending you wishes on your “sweet 16,” I’ll never know. Have a spectacular day – you are one special girl.
Dear Life, it’s not really fair the flack you take. It may not be a fairy-tale but you’ve been good to me. Sorry for the whining.
Dear Nicholas Sparks, I realize I’ve made fun of your stories in the past. A lot. Now, for some reason I am rather fond of them. I know the plots may all be similar but they always hold my interest making me care about the characters and that, to me is worth a lot.
Dear Oneshot, though always challenging, you weren’t half as much trouble as ascribed. Thinking like Zoe (still not sure I mastered that yet she and I share more quirks than I care to admit), 1,045 words later (that’s really not many) and all that’s left is the “polish.” Hooray for another deadline met and surpassed. Or is this a counting-chickens-before-they-hatch scenario?
Dear Readers, so, here’s my ‘letter’ to you all. Really it’s more of a question to pose because I do trust you all with it. It has been ages since I wrote anything other than a review or a “meme” posting, what would you like to see around here? Is there a topic you want addressed? Or is there something you think I should address? Please, any feedback on the content of this blog would be most welcome. I aim to please. *smile*
Dear Red Coat, since I wasn’t fond of the silver buttons you boasted on an otherwise cute peacoat, the much more appropriate black buttons that I picked to replace them are sitting in a drawer. This is not cool I realize considering that cold coat-wearing weather is nearing its close. There is always next year, I suppose.
Dear Room, I’ve lived in you for twenty-plus years and for a while, it felt like I was moving out. Never have you looked so bare or empty as you did while I was tearing everything off the walls in preparation for the painting job. I want you to know that now you are being slowly put back to rights, I approve of the new look. Now if only I didn’t see possibilities to decorate around each corner!