Read Me My Rites of Passage…

I remember as a girl…how I longed to have an outfit from the…Faye Lee Shop…and…no…it wasn’t some fancy New York store…but…it was the only clothing store in my small town…that exclusively sold…ladies fashions…my mother and older sisters got clothes from there…and…I wanted to be grownup enough to as well…I think I was in seventh grade when I was ushered into the society of sophisticated fashion…with a matching yellow and white…skirt and top…a huge Rite of Passage…

There have been so many since then…first kiss…grandchildren…and a lot of things in between…

But…none of them stick out in my mind today…as much as that first outfit from the Faye Lee…that first declaration to the world…that I was an adult…at least in my mind…and clothing size

As…many of you know…I recently returned to my maiden name…the same name that I used when I first shopped at the Faye Lee Shop…somehow…it feels like a full circle of sorts…because that’s exactly what it is…

Bertha…says it’s the blending of the three stages a woman passes through during her life…maiden…mother…crone…and although I don’t like the word crone so much…I know she’s right…that’s exactly who I am now…

I just hope I have tempered the wisdom of a woman with the naivety of that young girl…

Jane