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Hot chocolate, Cher, and polka dots

I remember the first real dress I felt pretty in as a tween.  I was 11 or 12 perhaps.  It was red, my favorite color, with white polka dots and a pretty petite bow at the breast.  It had one-inch straps that showed off my freckled shoulders. The same silky ribbon was sewn at the… Continue reading Hot chocolate, Cher, and polka dots