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Hi—My name is Michelle Marie and welcome to Home Page

This is my little tribute to the Wedding remembrances

Isn’t it every girl’s dream to be featured on the cover of

Brides magazine?

One of the most wonderful surprises in life is discovering that you can still fit into your wedding dress so many years after that blessed event. Granted it’s not up to today’s standards, goodness knows we weren’t rich back in those days,, but I still love it and the memories it holds.

Aw, what the heck, as long as I’m dreaming about being on magazine covers, I thought I would try some other examples.

Now I just know that someone is going to look at this and ask me what the 8 things are, but believe me I haven’t a solitary clue.

I can’t believe those publishers, they’ll put anything on the cover to sell a magazine—really, “steamy secrets” who are they kidding?

Aw, isn’t this just lovely?

My solitary contribution to a catalog found in more men’s hands than women's go figure!

Can you tell I’m having fun with this?

I’ve got to stop sooner or later or I’ll run out of magazine covers to choose from!

OK, I know I’m pushing the envelope here since this magazine is suppose to be for teenagers! But hey! We were all teenagers once, right?

Can you imagine being popular enough to make the cover of a Canadian magazine? Naw, I didn’t think you could—but here it is anywho!

I promise this is the last effort at bridal magazines, really! But this was such a pretty dress I couldn’t think of another place to show it off—short of attending a wedding.

Are we pushing the limits yet? Truth be known, there is farming in my families background. I’ll never forget the Thanksgiving dinners, especially those down on the farm.

DRIFTING

This is the way it was while I was waiting for your eyes to find me. I was drifting going no place.

Hypnotized by sunshine maybe, barking back at seals along the beach. Skipping flat stones on the water, but much too wise for sand castles. My castles were across the sea or still within my mind.

There were the beach bars and the other beach people sometimes little bedrooms were my beach but I was drifting. I must have thought the night could save me as I went down into pillows looked up through dirty windows smiled back from broken mattresses turned in Thunderbirds and kissed in elevators.

I cried too sometimes. For me. I loved every face I thought was pretty and every kindred eye I caught in crowds. But I was drifting before you.