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When I was growing up, there was not a weekend that my mom did not take me to Rustan’s. I always came home with toys or clothes…sometimes on a lucky day, both. Up until I was a teenager my mom and I would shop around this store and then she met Marks and Spencer…that, of course is a different entry all together.

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When I lie half awake on a weekend morning I almost always look for those sounds… mom’s footsteps upstairs, or her voice out in the dinning room giving instructions for Sunday lunch. I almost always wait to hear them ’til I open my eyes. But the sleep wears off and I remember, there’s nothing to wait for.

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