The old Town Shop was better. More intimate. Selma used to sit in that niche. Her son was afraid to put racy underwear in the window. Because his mother would disapprove.Where else can a woman be fitted for a bra and be told “I don’t like that one on you” I think they sold house dresses, my mothers garb of choice. We need to shop there to keep it going.
The old Town Shop was better. More intimate. Selma used to sit in that niche. Her son was afraid to put racy underwear in the window. Because his mother would disapprove.Where else can a woman be fitted for a bra and be told “I don’t like that one on you” I think they sold house dresses, my mothers garb of choice. We need to shop there to keep it going.
you capture the indescribable, dear esther. with so much gratitude, margot
Clutter to love! Who could toss a perfect otituary for Selma Shapiro.
Love this!