Mais non?
Mais Encore was where the wealthy hawked their excess clothing, jewelry and, once, even a widow's Cadillac…
I sold a coat that belonged to my late mother at Mais Encore. (I’m not heartless. I’m just not a size 8. Being a wrap coat, I might have been able to wear it open, but it was one of those fuzzy Scandinavian knit things and it itched and made me sneeze. It also made me look like Poppin’ Fresh.)
I got a $100 for it. Which I turned around and put into a First Communion dress for Fran. (to passed down to Bridget and Martha and, I hope, any granddaughters I should have.)
It was a fun store. There were even a few items I could afford.
My room with a view
St. Isidore Foundation
I cannot live under pressures from patrons, let alone paint.
-- Michelangelo, quoted in Vasari's Lives of the Artists
Meet the Family...
Collect the Action Figures
Yes, three jade ribbons. 15 Years!
(not all the same child)
If you need to ask, you may not wish to know.
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