Saturday, January 31, 2015

Iron out your wrinkles with a smile!~

Don't worry about aging,'s not that bad. I find it liberating.

When I was about 17 years old, and my mother and I were alone in the house (my father was dead, my sister was married and gone)....her and I would put on our make up and do our hair in the big bathroom mirror together. I loved those times. I looked at her and, she looks really beautiful. I never ever thought of her as 'getting old'...she was just an older version of myself.

Now that I'm 52, I look at the photos of me as a younger person and think the same thing, 'I'm just an older version of what I looked like before.' And so with that being sad, I decided to celebrate my age, my woman hood, my life by dressing in things that make me happy and make me smile. What a gift to give yourself every day.

Please enjoy this article by Second Hand Rose. Ramblings of a Girl Born in the Wrong Era.  One of the wonderful things about blogging is that you find others out there that have such wonderful ideas about life and love.  Today, Second Hand Rose inspired me to be the best ME I can possibly be. I love me. We (Me and Myself) have been through a lot together. Laughter and tears, joys and many sorrows, and we are still here to talk about it.

Copy and paste this link below if you would like to be inspired, and make sure that you leave Second Hand Rose a comment. I'm sure she would love it.

Thank you for reading.....and if you are sad about your wrinkles, just smile....then you have a good excuse!

Rose Ellen Moore

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

being ME

For those of you who do not know, I own a 'vintage-millinery' shop on Tilghman street in Allentown PA.  I'm a transplant. I grew up in Berwick PA and I hated being from a small town. I never fit there. I always read Vogue, and Harpers Bazaar and my mother, being a wonderful seamstress, made all the latest styles. My sister and I wore them with great pride, only to be teased by the local-yocals who were jealous and didn't understand personal style.

I lived all over the world. I have been to several different countries, and several states and cities in the US. I adore being me and being different. Wearing what you want to wear and discovering your own sense of self and style are truly a part of life. We all travel different roads at different times, and style changes as we mature and change. The true beauty of it is in embracing who you are. The colors you like, the patterns that make you smile. It makes you walk differently, believe in yourself and enjoy your life. And in doing that, you bring joy to others.

I salute people who love fashion, vintage or not. I have one fashion rule, 'wear what you want to wear and what makes you happy'....
If you choose to wear black all day every day, that's your choice. I intend to dress like POW up until I'm old and grey. I put an url on the end of this blog. Look at these fashion savvy women in NYC. Mature and beautiful. So, enjoy dressing up as you, dear readers.  But however you it with confidence and class!


Today I am missing someone that was in my life for my entire life except for the last 3 or 4 years.  My cousin S was a very important person in my life. She was there for me when I was small. She was older than me and I considered her my second mother. Her mother and father were my 'great' aunt and uncle. She was beautiful, smart and funny. She traveled the world and I loved her because of all the things that she had been through in her life. She had one child who was the same age as my oldest child. They lived in NYC. They vacationed at my home in PA to get a taste of country life. I enjoyed being with her. I enjoyed our lively conversations and I loved her point of view. I couldn't get enough of being around her. 

Cousin S was with me when my father died. And also through my great divorce of 1996. She was also with me through my great divorce of 1998. She helped me raise my children. She was my sounding board.  I felt we could tell each other anything. She yelled at me, cried with me, we shared life and I enjoyed every bit of it. 

I moved 1 hour away from NYC to be near her. I wanted to be near her so I could see her more rather than talk on the phone. I also thought, well, she is now in her late 60's, so I should be near her in case she needed me. Unfortunately she did not feel the same. It became quite clear after my move to the Lehigh Valley, that I invaded her space. She did not want me to come visit her, she didn't enjoy talking to me and our time on the phone became less and less. She had her circle of friends, her job and her pets. She had a routine and I was ruining it. 

Some of us have that very rare privilege to be friends with someone for a long time. I have had friends and acquaintances that I have had in my life since I was 3 years old.  It's so nice to talk to someone and say, "hey, remember when...blah blah blah..."  and then laugh like crazy. Then there are the people, who, for whatever reason, just don't want you there anymore. Their space and time is limited and they choose to fill your spot with someone or something else. And you are left with this feeling of, "WHAT? WHY? Did I not mean that much to you?' The truth is, sometimes there is no reason or cause, sometimes it's just a 'what's so'.....  Maybe you have outgrown this person, or they, you..   maybe things that were once funny are not so funny anymore, and views have changed. The best thing we can do for ourselves is LET GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!   It's one is going to die. My cousin S and I are both fine. We are fine in our individual places....not in each other's life. So, today, although I am missing her, I wish her well....I wish her happiness, and I remember many fun times. Acceptance is the key to life. I don't remember who said that, but they are right. I am letting her go...maybe she will be like a butterfly and return, then again, maybe she will be a balloon and be gone forever. Whatever it is, I will be fine. 
Rose Ellen Moore

Friday, January 16, 2015


If you didn't copy and paste that url in your browser, it's a funny  part of "the Princess Bride" when the priest talks of Marriage, or as he says, Mowage!

I know there are many women out there that want the story book marriage. I wanted it too. We all grow up with the same fairy tales of women being kissed and saved by the handsome prince. We are led to believe that 'we will live happily ever after'....but the truth is, Life itself is hard and sometimes not very happy.

I was married 3 times. Does that make me a bad person? No...that makes me a woman that made some choices that maybe weren't so smart.  My first husband was abusive and was in love with Jim Beam more than me.  I tried and tried, stayed in it for 15 years and became extremely depressed. I finally gave up on my dream....and moved on. I had 3 children with him.  Being a single parent sucked. I was also working ( and making good money) but I was exhausted all the time and it was tough to shoulder all the responsibilities of a big house. So out of desperation, (which you should NEVER base a decision on) I married my second husband.  he was in love with his mother more than me.  And out of respect for the child we had together, I will say no more.  Our marriage was short and not sweet at all.    Now, I have been married to Clayton for 11 years. We have been together longer. Our life is good and through the good and bad times we stick together. It's like being in an elite club. There are secrets that we alone know. There are things we do not discuss with other people and there is an allegiance that goes beyond everything.

Marriage vows are really quite sad when you think about it. You are promising to love a person when they are sick, poor, and stupid, until death. And believe me, ALL OF THOSE THINGS will happen. The trick is, to see if your partner keeps trying. Does your partner do the same dumb things over and over, or does he graduate to a higher level of thinking? Boundaries need to be set and not crossed.

I really don't think there is a perfect recipe for marriage. I think there needs to be basic things.....
Compassion, respect, understanding, and the most important is better to be KIND than be RIGHT.     And all those things together is what makes up this wonderful thing called LOVE......

so when women come into my shop and say that their marriage has failed....that does not mean that they themselves are a failure. It just means that something didn't click. Someone didn't stick to the plan or someone gave up. But none of those things makes either one  a horrible person. My ex es are not bad people. They didn't click with me. They were not right for me. We did not bring out the good in each other. So ladies, don't get down about 'finding the right one'.....just let life flow. Open your hearts...but at the same time, open your eyes too....  

Rose Ellen Moore

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

I tend to talk.....................ALOT

Life should be a celebration.  Every day and every experience should be used to your advantage. There is great meaning to the phrase, 'when life gives you lemons, make lemonade'....    I don't mean to sound like Pollyanna, but it's true.   Every single thing that happens to you in your life, is to bring you to where you are supposed to be.

I was married the first time for 15 years. Out of respect for my children, I will not expand as to why it did not work out, except to say that we were in an abusive relationship.   I married a second time, only to start the marriage with 3 people instead of 2 (me, him and his mother) and so that one did not work out as well.  But both relationships brought me to where I am today, with the most extraordinary man I have ever met, leading the most loving, adventurous, challenging and fun life I could ever imagine~!    The amount of gratitude I have for the opportunities that I have been given is overwhelming at times. We have a vintage-millinery boutique that has done much more than give women and men their own unique fashion. We have given a forum to many people who just need to be heard and validated.

I get so passionate about so many things that I forget that I am talking the legs off a table at some point in the conversation.  More than once, Clayton and I have been in the company of people and ended up monopolizing the conversation.  I talk more than Clayton (is that possible?) yes it is. I am predisposed to this ailment, because I am Italian, so not only does a verbal volcano errupt at any given moment, but my hands and arms flail about like I have muscle spasms. My laugh is a cross between Phyllis Diller and Lucille Ball.  It is loud, powerful and EVERYBODY will know that I am having a good time.

This morning I started out my day, happy that the sun was shining and although it was cold and windy, I was grateful as I am everyday, that I have the opportunity to ride along in the car, with the man I love, drinking my chai tea, and talking (yes, we talk each other's ears off too!) about current events. My mother calls.....and I started telling her about everything that was happening in the shop.
"Ma, I made a coat, and a matching dress, and I made this cool hat, and I did this and that......." and she interrupted me to say, "Rose Ellen, you are going on and on....did you take a pill or something?"
My balloon was completely deflated.  I must sound like a lunatic.

So, to my friends, I would like to say, thank you for tolerating my blabbering. Please understand that I am HAPPY and that is why I talk alot.  I am passionate and I have alot going on , ALL THE TIME!  And I apologize to the people who's ears have fallen off because of me.   But if you stop by the shop, I will glue them back on for you!