Christmas Waltz Party

I whirled around the terracotta floors of my great room in Ed’s arms and enjoyed my evening of bliss.  Mike doesn’t dance, so when Esther asked me for a Christmas party with waltzing and formal wear, Ed was the first person I invited.  He looked dashing in his tuxedo, bow tie, cummerbund, knickerbockers, and knee-highContinue reading “Christmas Waltz Party”