When I was little, every November, my mother would take us girls into the city to go shopping. Christmas Shopping. Major get out the card, shop til’ ya drop type of shopping. In one day, in one fell swoop, get it all done kind of shopping. We lived in a small farming community in California, so a trip to San Francisco meant a grand adventure for my sisters and I. It meant having a fancy lunch and if we were lucky some See’s chocolate! It meant a ride on the cable car and some taffy candy down at the wharf. It meant seeing the Golden Gate Bridge and huge ships in the bay. But a shopping trip in November meant going to the City of Paris Department Store and seeing their five-story tall Christmas tree, a true wonderland for my eyes.
I remember one year, all of us kids got new Christmas togs. New, not a hand-me-down-four-times-doesn’t-quite-fit-it’s-too-short Christmas dress, but brand new. New, not home-made or sewn, but tags still on new. A Christmas dress from the City of Paris. I still remember that dress. It was blue with red xylophone bars across the front and down to the hem line, gold cording over the bars. It was a Buffy dress. TV’s Family Affair, Buffy Davis wore one just like it in the show. Oh how I loved that show and how I loved that dress. At the time, I was six and a half, pudgy with freckles across my nose, a scraggly pixie hair cut and missing two front teeth. Not exactly the cutest kid in the class, but when I put on my Buffy dress, I magically transformed into a princess. A Buffy princess. I’ve always believed, at some point, young or old, every girl needs a Buffy dress. Something that makes their inner self shine, something that lets them feel beautiful and special, inside and out.
The other day, while at out and about at one of my favorite little shops in Santa Fe, I found the perfect Holiday outfits for Dolce and Amore. And, I couldn’t resist. Had to have them. Didn’t care that Malcolm might get just a tiny bit cranky over some frivolous doggy purchase. Come hell or high water, I was buying. I had found the ideal Buffy attire for them. Something to make them feel beautiful. Special. Like a Buffy dog princess.
Dolce loved her Buffy collar so much she wouldn’t let me take it off her. Amore carried hers through out the house (I think she liked the jingle jangle from the little bells). And Malcolm, he grabbed the camera to take pictures of our beautiful princesses. He thought the collars perfect canine attire for the holidays!
Here’s to the Buffy in all of us!
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