I read this story and chuckled.http://www.parentdish.com/2009/01/06/tiny-german-lovebirds-elope-to-africa/Not so much about them wanting to elope. About the fact that they only packed swimsuits.Kids. Only worried about the necessities.Funny thing is, when I was 10, my sister and I traveled to visit our cousin with her grandparents. We wanted her to come back home with us, so we smuggled her in the car by hiding her in a blanket on the floor of the backseat. We got about five miles from her h

As soon as I was tall enough (on tippy-toe and with a step-stool) to reach the top drawer of my dresser, you better believe I was picking out my own outfits. I have more vivid memories of my childhood clothing than I do of most of my little playmates. That turquoise blue, embroidered, washed silk pantsuit I insisted on wearing to pre-school picture day? The metallic silver bathing suit cover-up I cried for until my Bubbie bought it for me the summer of kindergarden? The obsession kicked in early

My husband is featured in the Style section of the Observer today.  I do think he has a great sense of style (if I do say so myself).  Below is a copy of the article that I snagged off Charlotte.com.  They even let me snag the pics!  Enjoy! PS. Graham found the paper and saw his Daddy and brought it to me saying "Da!"  too cute!Style File Comments (0) | Recommend (0) Style file | Steven Furtick In this case, the preacher's wife is responsible for his look Lynn Trenning Special to the Observe