In all my life I’ll never forget my mother running around the house in her “Duster.”
Do you remember the Duster?
It was that attire that allowed you to go to the door and receive mail, or messages, but not really present yourself to the public.
The Duster came to mind tonight as I walked Rebel and Lucky Dawg from the park.
Brenda came out in her “Duster.” She looked as beautiful as the year she was named Miss Hospitality and runner up to Miss Mississippi. We discussed how to prune our garden Phlox, and suddenly I remembered my mother –in her duster.