The sad task of choosing vintage clothing....................

I know all of you are wondering about this title. The SAD task of choosing vintage clothing? Why would it be sad? Well.....let me tell you about last week...

My husband Clayton and I were called to a home about 4 hours away...we got there very late and very tired. (it was after work) The gentleman that called was in his 90's and his wife had just passed away 1 month previous. He invited us to his home to look at her things, hopefully make a few dollars as he had incurred many expenses to keep her at home in her last years.

When we walked in, I noticed that the home was very sparse. He told me he had been selling off his antique furniture and wall hangings to pay medical bills. As he took me to the room that had a large cedar closet I was reminded of going through my great aunts things after she had passed. Going through my grandmother's things when she had passed...going through my father's things.....and remembering all the wonderful memories and all the happiness and all the pain.

He sat in a chair and Clayton was standing there ready to receive the things that I chose. I looked at the man, (I'll call him T)....and I asked him, where did she wear this funky skirt? and his eyes lit up..and he told a story. And we laughed.  And so began the ritual. I asked the question and he told the story. All of a sudden the pain was gone and laughter made it go away. This went on for about an hour and a half. We became bonded. Bound by the stories of his wife who was talented, smart and funny. She died simply of old age. He was talking to her and she was belly laughing and then all of a sudden she died. What a great way to go! But we are NEVER ready to lose our spouses, or anyone that we love. When we left there, I hugged him really hard. I told him to keep in touch. Call me, or write a letter ( I love to write letters) But I don't think that will happen. As I said, he is in his 90's, bad eyesight, poor walking ability, doesn't drive. He gave me one of her knick knacks.

On the way home, I looked at my husband and I said...'if you got sick, I want to be the one to take care of you, because I love you so, and no one will take care of you like me.'   He said the same...and we held hands and drove home in silence. At the end of our life, what is left? A few pieces of clothing and some knick knacks. Everything you own doesn't mean anything, only the love remains. Clayton and I are blessed that we have the task of reviving antique clothing...we also revive the stories that are passed with them. Because in passing the story that T told us, his wife remains alive in memory. So, whoever buys that funky skirt, will be told the story of a woman in 1960 who wore it to a house party and pigged out on the fondue pot and got horribly sick.  Now someone else can go to a party in that cool skirt....and have fun, just like T's wife.... and now SHE will create a new memory. And life goes on.....................................

Rose Ellen Moore

www.rcmooreunique.com

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820

First day at the gym........................

Ok...so everybody knows that I gained about 60 pounds since I purchased my brick and mortar business in 2013. I'm chained to the machine or I'm always at my worktable pressing hats, decorating hats, sewing.....I haven't been taking care of myself.   Of course it doesn't help that I eat ice cream all the time, and I eat pasta and carbs....so today...today was the day. September 28, 2015.  I decided today was the day, so help me God. So...down the street from my house is Planet Fitness. It is 5.00 to join and  10.00 per month. GREAT!   I signed up and they gave me a free T shirt and a tour and I decided today was THE day!

So I dropped my hubby off at the bus at 4:10 and went right to Planet Fitness. Four people were using the facilities. Not bad. Not intimidating.  So I jumped on the treadmill and I thought...well...I'll just start with a 30 min  cardio and then do some machines for 30 min. Well...my 20 year old mind thought that, but my 53 year old body wasn't agreeing.  So I jumped on the treadmill with gusto ...headphones in place to listen to all the great music that I prepared to motivate me. Eye of the Tiger, , some old rap stuff and of course, Earth Wind and Fire. Midway through Eye of the Tiger, my eyes were popping OUT!. I was on the stupid machine for all of 2 minutes and I thought I was going to die! I persevered.....I was determined to stay on for 30 minutes, dammit!!!!  I was walking at 3.5 very brisk at an incline of 4.0 and I burned 414 calories. It took me 39 minutes to walk 2 miles. I feel very bad about it, but very good at the same time. It's really not about the losing weight part...it's about the feeling better part. I do feel better. After it was over, I thought...I can't wait until tomorrow! Tomorrow I will do better! and the day after that! with my new T shirt! YAY! The first cut is the deepest, right? and the first day at the gym is the hardest. Looking at myself in the mirror with my workout clothes on, hanging on to the handles of the treadmill for dear life......I said, "screw the machines, I'm going home."....but tomorrow...yes......tomorrow......as Scarlett O'Hara says, "Tomorrow is another day!" 

Fashion Week? more like EGO week

  As a creative person, I would like to express my sadness to see a wonderful tradition like Fashion Week lose it's luster.  It seems that everyone is entitled to have a 'fashion line' and everyone with enough money can be a designer. You know that I have written about this before...but it's becoming more evident as years go on, ( and I am in my mid 50's, so I have seen a few years) that the respect and class for the art is gone.

There are good and bad things about fashion week. One of them is, we don't always see emaciated models like we did in previous years. We are now celebrating the curves of a woman's body and because of that, 'real' women are now fashionable and accepted. Also, there is more diversity in culture and that's wonderful as well.

But it seems that anyone who has some bucks, can put their name on something and call it their fashion line. A musician, a tennis player, a basketball player, an actress and just this morning, Wendy Williams is announcing that she is dipping her toe into the fashion world. It pains me, because I see many many very wonderful designers, who pin, sew, cut and cry over many creations. Yet they can't seem to catch a break because their wallets are light. But anyone who is famous , can now put their name on something that they haven't even had a hand in making. They chose a design...that's nice. They chose a zipper and button. Congratulations. Do you know what it's like to be so tired that you sew something to your own pants? Do you know what it's like to have a deadline and yet you can't get that dart quite right?

I have a couple tailors that help me here in the shop. Their opinion, artistic view and concept matter just as much as mine.  And I won't be ashamed to say, that many of them who are academically trained, sew much better than me. I am self taught. I watched my mother and my grandmothers and I am determined, which makes my life a living hell sometimes. If I can't do it, I keep at it until I can.


This blog is dedicated to every person who created something from scratch. Whether it turned out or not. For the people who try. For every pin you put into your garment for every stitch that you had to rip out and do over.  We at RCMoore appreciate you...we appreciate your art and your love that you have for it.

Drink a glass of wine for me tonight and toast all of these designers that we will never see..........

Rose Ellen A. Moore

RCMoore for the Unique Millinery and Vintage

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820

www.rcmooreunique.com

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The Children are back to school.....HALLELUJER!

As we head back to school today, I thought about all the teachers that I had growing up. I must have been a little (*&%#$.....  and I would like to publicly apologize. :)   Not that I was a bad kid...I was mischievous..  always bubbly and full of fun.   Usually I was in the wrong place at the wrong time doing the wrong thing...  I hated to study and I hated to do homework.  I always did my homework 10 minutes before class, and that's if I did it at all. I had other things to do...I played in a band, I played my instruments all the time and I was all about music.

I had some great teachers. Teachers that I have passed away, and some still living.  Miss McClure, Mrs. Phillips, Miss Stahl, Mrs Smith, Mrs Davis, Miss Campbell, Mrs Warhurst, Mr Eddinger, Mrs Fowler, Mrs Blake, Mrs Dry, they were just in my grade school, Salem Elementary.

Then I went to Middle school which was Third Street in Berwick PA....now that building is the YMCA. I remember Mr Learn who taught me Algebra...I know he thought I was hopeless...but " HEY MR LEARN...I WAS AN ACCOUNTANT FOR 20+ YEARS!!)  I just want to let him know that all of his headaches were not in vain!  I had Mr Dunn for science, ...he forgave me when I wrote TESTICLES instead of TENTACLES on my science test.

In high school I had,  I think, THE BEST of the best....why? because they prepared me for life. It wasn't just about the subjects they taught. It was about encouragement. It was about learning to deal with failure...it was about persistence and determination. Thank you to Mr. Krothe and Mrs Krothe, ...he taught me Geometry...of which I failed miserably...but kept trying. She taught me the love of books and creative writing. To Mr Maneval...again my trigonometry teacher. Thanks for teaching me a bunch of stuff I never used, but you taught me to  be determined and to challenge myself. And all the while, you never got mad, or if you did, you never showed it. Mr Harwood Rhoades....ahhh....a genius. I can't say enough about him, so I won't even try.  and my music teachers.....where would we be without music?   Mr Scott, Mr and Mrs Bohl, Miss Voveris, Miss Geheart and Mrs Hindman....love love love them!

I know all of the kids that are heading to school today think that the teachers are the bad guys. But as you get older, like me, you realize that life is hard, and they are just preparing you for what you have to deal with on the outside.

Best wishes on this school year. I hope that it's wonderfully challenging, and I hope that things will be learned far beyond the academic curriculum.

www.rcmooreunique.com

Rose Ellen Moore

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820

Steampunk Fashion Show Kemerer Museum August 20,2015

The year was 1892. A very important year in history. Ellis Island opened it's gates to the first 700 immigrants. This small ship and close quarters made it a breeding ground for disease.  Typhoid and Influenza was the new pestilence.  At this time, an aristocratic mother struggles to raise her 5 children alone.  Larkin, a beautiful child, although sickly, was the youngest of these children.  She was the pride and joy of her mother, Lady Rebecca Cuthbert.  Larkin loved to play with her doll in the garden.  As she grew, she became increasingly ill.  Chills crawled like spiders up her spine.  Fever, and fatigue weighed down her slight frame.

After months of fighting this dreaded disease, she sadly gave in to her demise.  After she passed away, her doll was abandoned, along with the dead child's hopes and dreams.  All the loneliness, neglect and bitterness began to manifest itself in human form.  The soul of Larkin took form in the doll that she loved so.  The doll became evil and assembled a band of broken and forgotten dolls who roam the night, searching for someone to care for them.  

Lady Cuthbert, did not want the disease to spread to her remaining beloved children.  She locked them far away from the world, and each other.  Hoping and praying to keep them alive.  Oh...they stayed alive....by any means necessary.......................................................................................

Delva, her most beautiful and mysterious daughter.  She was locked away in a tall stone tower on the edge of the sea.  She stares longingly

 at the horizon as the spray mists her face.  Word spread to the local town of her undeniable beauty, of which no one has ever seen.............................

Men have flocked to her lair, but not a single man has returned.  There have been rumors of strange magic, even stranger creatures...the townspeople hear the cries of torment, but fear keeps them away from the mysterious tower and the beautiful woman who lives there........................

Then there is Eula, a stunning beauty but very angry. Eula was shut away in a small dark cave against the tallest cliff. Far away from human contact.  Her eyes grew accustomed to the dark. Her skin has now become sensitive to light and became hard and scaly.  As her  skin became hardened, so did her cold reptile-like heart... for she knew she would never hold a newborn in her arms.  That version of Eula was now lost. So now she attempts to satisfy her longing by leaving her cave at night in the hopes to find abandoned children to care for.  She snatches them with her claw, but it's always in vain..........................................

lady Cuthbert had run out of places to hide her children.  Her son, Vlad was locked away in the cellar, slowly aging like the wine around him.  His mother kept him there for fear of losing yet another child.  He slowly became accustomed to his dark, cold surroundings.  Not knowing his father, Vlad always knew he was different.  he could feel it in his blood- or lack thereof....He wondered why his skin burned in the light of day and why his mother never spoke of his father.  But Vlad left the basement without his mother's knowledge under his thick black cloak to experience life unhindered so as to ease his loneliness.  If you see Vlad, and he offers you a drink from his goblet, I advise you not to take it.  It may not be what you think......................

The townspeople gathered a band of their most reputable warriors.  They asked pirates, wizards, soldiers, fairies and tanyone with the courage to uphold the safety of the commonwealth..  These are the protectors of the good and upholders of righteousness......

General Osnofla, leader of the mercenary band of integrity.  Walks the darkened streets under the soft glow of the lamp posts.  Years ago, his wife and child snatched from him by a dragon-like creature.  He fought to save them, but he failed.  Because of this, he assembled the best soldiers he could find.  Now, they join together to safeguard the people of this town, especially women and children. 

Shaa the Catowman-with her whip and claws of steel and her cat like prowess, she slinks about the roof tops...chimney to chimney.  Her eyes accustomed to nightfall.............................

Captain Guss Monihan and Captain Jen Melody...this pair of gunslingers have no mercy as they round up scum and villains. Both have a story to tell.....ahhhhh...but that is for another time......

Pirates Amelia Guiness, Hettie Harrington and Betty Seabury..these are a band of kind hearted pirates.  They protect the ports and inlets of the town, Nothing gets by these tough buccaneers. You  ,ay look at them and say, what beautiful ladies, but they could lay you out flat, and knock you out cold, if they had to. 

Petty Officer Tupper Jacq

ue- guards the skies in his latest invention, the grand aero-dirigible....powered by steam of course. He is also a chemist and engineer. If he can't find the right weapon to fight off evil, he will create it.

Our fairy, Aurora...works her magic and watches over the protectors of the good and the innocent hearts of this fair town. She casts her spells and weaves her magic.  She also assists the soldiers and tells them when evil is close by.  

The Wizard Caleet and her Raven Raziel......She was once Lady Cuthberts counselor  and confidant, but she has now realized the wickedness of her, and devotes her life now to hindering the evil in which she assisted Lady Cuthbert in bringing to this town.  Caleet sees the future, and aids the soldiers in changing it.  

Lady Cuthbert has become demented as time went on.  She watched her children become wicked as she was in her own heart.  Her attempts to keep them safe were successful, but at a price.  For now, these grown children are evil and the most hunted beings on the planet.  She has one last try.  Elizabeth her last daughter......................

The aristocrats of the town, Lady Jasmin, Grand duchess Lettice, Barroness Eve Quail, Duchess Hogerty Dodd, and Lady Safronia, have gathered for her wedding.  Please join the town aristocrats, as they celebrate the union of these two, Elizabeth, and her husband Lord Charles Winthrop....

We hope that you have enjoyed our little macabre tale.  We invite you to talk to our cast of characters and get to know them better.  For now, we say good night, and when you go home, be sure to lock your doors...................................................

Rose Ellen  Moore

RCMoore for the Unique

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820

I was the best parent I could be.................

  Yesterday, on MSN, was an article on "the 10 things you shouldn't tell your child after divorce".   I found that I said all of them.   Another article said, 10 reasons you should not tell your child 'NO'....I said all of them. By the time I was done reading how to be the best parent, I discovered I was the worst parent.

There is no 'right way' to divorce someone. My ex and I were married for 15 years. We were childhood sweethearts. I was 19 when I married. What did I know about love? I was more interested in being princess for a day. After the gown is off, the music stops and the party is over, you discover that you are joined to this other person who is not the person that you thought he was. We had some good times but they weren't great. But truthfully, we grew apart.  Or I should say, I grew, and he did not. He drank alot, liked to be alone, and hated ethnic people. So why was I there, wasting my life? We had 3 children. We gathered them and I told them that daddy would be leaving the house. One of my kids (the middle one cried) the oldest one was like, 'well, he's never here anyway' and the youngest was only 2. Did I curse and swear after he left? yes! was I angry? HELL YES! did my kids hear it? sadly, yes. My children watched me struggle in working 3 or 4 jobs. I played the organ for 3 different churches. I sang in a club. I did dead peoples' and strippers' hair. I was an accountant. I built computers for another company. did I have a day off? no. They watched me when my water heater blew up and I had 58.00 in my checking account. They watched me when I had to put the family dog down. They watched me put on a happy face when all I wanted to do was crawl in bed and cover my head. My children watched me fail more times than I can count. I wept and wailed  and cursed as I cooked, cleaned, did mountains of laundry. My kids heard it all.  Was that the best way to parent? probably NOT!  But one thing my children know that is going to come out of me at all times, I am honest with them. I tell them how I feel. I let them know life isn't easy. Unconditional love is important. Bad moments pass, and as long as the sun comes up in the morning, good moments will come again.

So was I the best parent..?????     Well............ I was a real parent. A one-of-a-kind, love-them-to-the-moon-and-back, true-to-myself parent. I gave them all I had.  Maybe I wasn't the best parent ever...but I gave them the best of me.

Rose Ellen A Moore

www.rcmooreunique.com

RCMoore for the Unique Millinery and Vintage Shop

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820  

Steampunk................

Everyone is into steam punk these days!  I am fortunate enough to be involved in a Steampunk Fashion Show for the City of Bethlehem in Pennsylvania. This fashion show benefits their historic buildings of which there are about 6 or so.  They came to me around the end of March and asked if I would do their fashion show....and I really had to think about it, because it's alot of work. Steampunk is not just a dress that you throw on and go down the runway. There is so much more to it than that. So, this blog is dedicated to explaining the culture of Steam punk and I will do my very best to convey what it is.

Steampunk is a fantasy world. It's a world of good guys and bad guys. Somebody may be fighting a vampire, monster, or superhuman creature. Good guys may consists of pirates, soldiers, troopers....and they have really cool names too! This is all set in the Victorian Era...about 1890 or so. Steam is the mainstream for energy...and also mechanical gadgets of every kind.

I couldn't decide how to explain Steampunk to people who did not understand it. So I made my fashion show a theatrical event. Every model has a persona, every model has a 'life'. My models had to 'become' their character.

The story centers around 5 children who were raised alone by their mother in a large victorian house during the typhoid epidemic. One child was lost to the disease. The other 4 survived, but.................they became something.....something evil.......................


I hope that if you are curious and live close to Bethlehem, PA, you can purchase a ticket....85.00 includes your food, drink and fashion show. It is in the Kemerer Museum on New Street where beautiful Victorian artifacts are on display. If you would like to spend the night, beautiful Hotel Bethlehem is in the next block. Below are some links to help you. Just copy and paste in your browser.  :

http://historicbethlehem.org/event/the-end-of-summer-white-party/

http://historicbethlehem.org/events/the-white-party/

http://www.expedia.com/Allentown-Hotels-Hotel-Bethlehem.h524471.Hotel-Information?HotelID=524471&semcid=13172-1&kword=Hotel_Bethlehem!e.ZzZz.3330000876521.0.61187087716.hotel%20bethlehem.hotel_bethlehem&k_user_id=_kenshoo_clickid_&gclid=CPO_5p6_occCFcaRHwod9cwN9A

We hope to see you August 20,2015

6PM-9PM

come in white or in steampunk attire

It will definately be a grand affair!

Rose Ellen A. Moore

rcmooreunique.com

RCMoore for the Unique Millinery and Vintage Shop

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820

Why do people have to be so mean?

Yesterday I wore a very cool outfit.......I thought.  So I went to the fabric store because I needed some black satin for the fashion show that I am sewing for. When I walked in  (and this was about the 5th time I've been there) I noticed that the sales woman and another woman were conversing. I walk in the door and in my very Italian way....said.."HELLO!" to which they did not respond and looked at me like I had 4 heads. I was a little surprised, but went on about my business.

As I looked through the fabric, I could feel their eyes on me. Their voices lowered to a whisper. I have been in this position before...not a problem.  I started putting my bolts on the counter to be cut....
The customer said, "your touching my things"....I voiced my apologies.  The saleswoman did not ask if I needed help...I struggled to get 2 large bolts of 50 yards of black satin to the counter. I was in a dress, heels, and I had a large handbag.  I was purchasing 154 yards of fabric that day. When I was finished I went to the counter to check out. The saleswoman who was in an ill fitting dress, and flip flops was rude. Plain and simple. I said to her, "do you remember me? I am from the vintage, millinery down the road" and she said, 'yes'.  The other woman (customer) felt that it was time to  address me, ...."do you always dress like this?"  I said..."yes".... and I went on about my business. At no time would I allow them to ruffle my feathers. Funny, I was wearing feathers on my head!

So sad, in our culture, that we find it OK to down another woman.....I have said many times that I hate pajama pants in public. But just recently I saw a woman in pajama pants walking in front of my store...struggling with 2 small children, packages and an umbrella....I was there once. Should I go out and give her a fashion lesson? I'm sure that's the last thing on her list as she tries to juggle all of her responsibilities.  We as a human race and more importantly as WOMEN need to understand the needs of other women. We need to allow everyone to be themselves. Who made ANYONE judge and jury?

As I finished my purchases and was ready to leave, I asked the saleswoman if anyone could take these out to my car. She promptly said, 'NO'...what a surprise. I struggled to get all the fabric to the front door and went out to get my car. As I was starting to load the car, a young man of about 16 asked if I needed help. Yes, the youth that most of us see with pants hanging and foul mouth. But this young man.....on his skateboard.....giant afro.......funky clothes.......asked if he could help me. I so happily said yes.....and he did it for no compensation. I gave him one of my cards, and told him he gets a free gift when he comes in my store. I'll remember him.....  I'll remember those women too.  The women who looked down their nose at me for my way of dressing...........Just remember this ladies....the farther you look down your nose, is the farther you fall one day..............peace...out!

Rose Ellen Moore

www.rcmooreunique.com

RCMoore for the Unique Millinery and Vintage shop

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820

Boo Hoo, Bo Derek......

Guess what ladies and gents? Bo Derek hates getting old.

http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/bo-derek-hates-aging/story?id=32304290

She says she is 'aging like other people'  She feels, 'its not fair'.....

Geez...talk about an ungrateful, unhappy person. I feel so sorry for her...I think she looks rather nice. She is 58.

It simply astounds me when people are ungrateful. This woman has lived a privileged life. She said she missed out on roles because of her age. Bo...I have a message for you...............

I am so sorry that you feel the way you do. But you should take a tip from some of these acresses....some are older than you and guess what? they have powerful roles. They are still vibrant actresses. So, while you are in your 'pity' mode.....they are out there doing something. 

There is a lesson here. You can mourn over everything that WAS or you can rejoice in what IS and also, what MAY BE.....Life is wonderful at any age. It's what YOU make of it. Take a lesson from these ladies below:

Dame Judi Dench age 80

Helen Mirren  age 69

Jane Fonda   age 77

Sophia Loren  age 80

Everyone has an ache or a pain here or there...at any age. Everyone has an imperfection on their body somewhere.....Move more, eat better and smile alot....then do your best with what you've got......

get with the program, Bo!

Rose Ellen Moore   age 53

RCMoore for the Unique Millinery and Vintage shop

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820

www.rcmooreunique.com

Fashion Trends.....love em or leave em...........

The latest fashion trend for Harpers Bizarre is a striped dress. If I wore a horizontally striped dress I would look like the broad side of a barn!   Not to mention...Tim Gunn....who has impeccable taste and who I have the utmost admiration for HATES horizontal stripes. It's just a difficult print to wear by itself....so thanks Harpers Bizarre...but NO........

Elle Magazine is raving about a 'Chic Thong Sandal'....look..you can put a dress on a pig, lipstick , heels and the whole enchilada, but at the end of the day...it's still a pig. A thong is just that, a THONG....whether it's on your foot or on your butt, I'm not a fan. A flip flop is a flip flop,....I love flip flops, I'm wearing them today, but I am not at a business meeting in a suit, I am not in a dress for church or work.....so flip flops have their place...and lets keep it there!

Vogue is pushing catsuits, unitards, crocheted pieces, everything that every woman could wear! could it be true?????   I have some new respect for this magazine...I think it gives you ideas and what to incorporate into your wardrobe, without purchasing a whole new wardrobe. Many of these pieces can be found in fun vintage shops too!  kudos to Vogue!

Glamour magazine.. stripes but vertical, yellow...lots of yellow...(not everyone can wear that color)
plaid, black and white and plenty of cropped pants. All in all it wasn't bad, but it wasn't exciting either. ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........................

Marie Claire had a fun fun FUN list of 1970's time warp retro rags! Wow! fun florals, minis, boho dresses, something for every body shape and every taste. Looking through Marie Claire's picks for summer trends was like visiting my shop! Plenty of color, prints and hemlines! something for everybody!  Marie Claire has my vote!

Cosmopolitan- mirrored sun glasses, crop tops, ......NO....just NO! not worth the read

In Style.....well...I have to say...another conglomeration of florals, lace, patterns and fun. Worth the read, many vintage finds as well. InStyle has a very good selection of things put together to give you some wonderful ideas for the summer. We are in the middle of some hot months...why not make yourself look hot as well?

That's my review for the top magazines and their trends for Summer.....Hope you pick up one of the good ones and have a good read. If you need some help finding your own personal style...stop in to see me. We will share some wine, some laughs and some great ideas!

Rose Ellen Moore

www.rcmooreunique.com

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104 

610-740-3820