<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post594888953477572851..comments</id><updated>2009-11-06T09:06:50.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Magpie Musing: The Nightgown</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/feeds/594888953477572851/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html'/><author><name>Magpie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993</uri><email>magpiemusing@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-6764744134790822044</id><published>2009-11-06T09:06:50.134-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:06:50.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me remember a fabulous dress of my mother's ...</title><summary type='text'>Makes me remember a fabulous dress of my mother&amp;#39;s in the &amp;#39;70s. It was crisp white cotton with gold embroidery, a sleeveless number with an open back that dipped down, almost to the waist. Family lore is that I suggested she be buried in it, because it was so pretty from the back. My mother laughs about this still, though I&amp;#39;m sure she&amp;#39;d prefer not to be face-down for eternity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/6764744134790822044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/6764744134790822044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257516410134#c6764744134790822044' title=''/><author><name>MDTaz</name><uri>http://maternal-dementia.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-7130754505596282905</id><published>2009-11-06T09:06:46.161-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:06:46.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes me remember a fabulous dress of my mother's ...</title><summary type='text'>Makes me remember a fabulous dress of my mother&amp;#39;s in the &amp;#39;70s. It was crisp white cotton with gold embroidery, a sleeveless number with an open back that dipped down, almost to the waist. Family lore is that I suggested she be buried in it, because it was so pretty from the back. My mother laughs about this still, though I&amp;#39;m sure she&amp;#39;d prefer not to be face-down for eternity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/7130754505596282905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/7130754505596282905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257516406161#c7130754505596282905' title=''/><author><name>MDTaz</name><uri>http://maternal-dementia.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-3452451696763133701</id><published>2009-11-04T10:46:27.118-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:46:27.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't return those things? Seems that they sh...</title><summary type='text'>They don&amp;#39;t return those things? Seems that they should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was very touching.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/3452451696763133701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/3452451696763133701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257349587118#c3452451696763133701' title=''/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-2727102848276097216</id><published>2009-11-03T21:47:18.257-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:47:18.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had this post saved in my reader for days, tr...</title><summary type='text'>I&amp;#39;ve had this post saved in my reader for days, trying to figure out what to say.  This was touching, but all your posts about your mom are, especially as I face my own mother&amp;#39;s advancing age and increasingly frail health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Moky insisted she wear that nightgown into the great beyond.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/2727102848276097216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/2727102848276097216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257302838257#c2727102848276097216' title=''/><author><name>Life in Eden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15191548142552797374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-9033708664526643414</id><published>2009-11-02T13:24:19.400-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:24:19.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother in law died last week.  she was buried i...</title><summary type='text'>My mother in law died last week.  she was buried in her favorite housedress.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/9033708664526643414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/9033708664526643414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257186259400#c9033708664526643414' title=''/><author><name>needleinahaystack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10996489599535190163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-1076269744478944553</id><published>2009-11-01T13:39:03.328-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:39:03.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>these strange things we do not know....what happen...</title><summary type='text'>these strange things we do not know....what happens to these artifacts that are left behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad she went wearing something you bought her. to me, it is a part of your caring that accompanied her on that list trip. your little offering for the ferryman of the Styx.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/1076269744478944553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/1076269744478944553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257100743328#c1076269744478944553' title=''/><author><name>Bon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14403701620708365171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-6243781959850415869</id><published>2009-11-01T02:55:05.381-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T02:55:05.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I rather like to think she fancied the racy split ...</title><summary type='text'>I rather like to think she fancied the racy split seams, showing off her gams to St. Peter saying, &amp;quot;Oh, it&amp;#39;s all my daughter&amp;#39;s fault that I&amp;#39;m dressed so inappropriately!&amp;quot; with a bit of eyelash batting and coy smirking...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/6243781959850415869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/6243781959850415869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257062105381#c6243781959850415869' title=''/><author><name>I Am Very Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16115661324301117031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-5385904618274336272</id><published>2009-10-31T16:55:52.240-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:55:52.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i think phd in yogurtry is right.  and that she le...</title><summary type='text'>i think phd in yogurtry is right.  and that she left wearing something that she loved, and that was comfortable.  who could ask for more?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/5385904618274336272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/5385904618274336272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257022552240#c5385904618274336272' title=''/><author><name>kathy a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14479337952651746193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-90901693300912121</id><published>2009-10-31T15:52:42.899-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:52:42.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think she wears the nightgown still, one of the ...</title><summary type='text'>I think she wears the nightgown still, one of the last things you bought her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/90901693300912121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/90901693300912121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257018762899#c90901693300912121' title=''/><author><name>phd in yogurtry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271891110211081990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16542089657085936687'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-8423812624305122846</id><published>2009-10-31T14:51:41.770-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:51:41.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn clothing is always the most loved. 

I'm sorr...</title><summary type='text'>Worn clothing is always the most loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m sorry it&amp;#39;s so hard.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/8423812624305122846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/8423812624305122846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257015101770#c8423812624305122846' title=''/><author><name>Anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03942336985162828835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-7476715300159860119</id><published>2009-10-31T13:20:10.264-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:20:10.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is so ... just true. Those kinds of nagg...</title><summary type='text'>This post is so ... just true. Those kinds of nagging worries or small heartbreaks reveal the deeper fissure of loss.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/7476715300159860119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/7476715300159860119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257009610264#c7476715300159860119' title=''/><author><name>Maggie May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-6014617259443525521</id><published>2009-10-31T12:17:00.384-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:17:00.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no words, sometimes.   Only thoughts.  A...</title><summary type='text'>There are no words, sometimes.   Only thoughts.  And hugs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/6014617259443525521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/6014617259443525521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1257005820384#c6014617259443525521' title=''/><author><name>InTheFastLane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09691830067979224059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-1637006311836788303</id><published>2009-10-31T00:55:46.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:55:46.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The feeling that this post gives me is a mixture o...</title><summary type='text'>The feeling that this post gives me is a mixture of many emotions...the ache from the torn, the satisfaction that your gift of love is worn.... you stirred up my Saturday... thank you, I needed this, feeling a little &amp;#39;dead&amp;#39; today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/1637006311836788303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/1637006311836788303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1256964946009#c1637006311836788303' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://allaboutyourchild.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-63260718767568558</id><published>2009-10-30T22:46:33.621-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:46:33.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We didn't know my mom would die quite as quickly a...</title><summary type='text'>We didn&amp;#39;t know my mom would die quite as quickly as she did and she was wearing an oversized t-shirt. We changed her to a pretty nightgown before they took her--she would have wanted that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/63260718767568558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/63260718767568558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1256957193621#c63260718767568558' title=''/><author><name>Jenn @ Juggling Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-8408537929221241961</id><published>2009-10-30T21:59:04.772-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:59:04.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, so sad.  It brought back a lot of memories for...</title><summary type='text'>oh, so sad.  It brought back a lot of memories for me about times at your house with your mom there.  Always great smells at your house from your mom cooking something incredible, and so many interesting things your mom did - still remember her amazing dollhouse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/8408537929221241961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/8408537929221241961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1256954344772#c8408537929221241961' title=''/><author><name>ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10727345129527130742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-5578866506380281789</id><published>2009-10-30T21:28:46.958-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:28:46.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I imagine she wore it. Wonder if I can choose my o...</title><summary type='text'>I imagine she wore it. Wonder if I can choose my own nightgown for such purposes... must make a note to self.  You always make me think, think, think M-pie! xoh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/5578866506380281789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/5578866506380281789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1256952526958#c5578866506380281789' title=''/><author><name>heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09896915486353470418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-5755700166104989173</id><published>2009-10-30T20:43:54.929-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:43:54.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>((((magpie))))</title><summary type='text'>((((magpie))))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/5755700166104989173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/5755700166104989173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1256949834929#c5755700166104989173' title=''/><author><name>susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12000470374101306070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-9152406523182575064</id><published>2009-10-30T15:24:22.390-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:24:22.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You will never run out of things like this to wond...</title><summary type='text'>You will never run out of things like this to wonder about. sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/9152406523182575064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/9152406523182575064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1256930662390#c9152406523182575064' title=''/><author><name>Furrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617566957749784387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05477305429363014584'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-5070998460645829927</id><published>2009-10-30T15:17:45.934-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:17:45.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless your heart.  I bought my mother a lavender n...</title><summary type='text'>Bless your heart.  I bought my mother a lavender nightgown as one of her last gifts, too.  And when I went to clean out her house, I took it.  I still wear it sometimes.  And I love it.  Is today an anniversary?  Hugs to you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/5070998460645829927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/5070998460645829927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1256930265934#c5070998460645829927' title=''/><author><name>Mental P Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957544840704376193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-1373694433484127557</id><published>2009-10-30T14:15:33.688-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:15:33.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is wonderful, Maggie.  It makes me cry, it is...</title><summary type='text'>This is wonderful, Maggie.  It makes me cry, it is full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is buried in an orange jumpsuit and pink flats.   That is what she chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/1373694433484127557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/1373694433484127557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1256926533688#c1373694433484127557' title=''/><author><name>YourFireAnt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03428838843235292696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-7374316838752777817</id><published>2009-10-30T14:04:06.435-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:04:06.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, m.

this tore at my heart.

love you.</title><summary type='text'>oh, m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this tore at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/7374316838752777817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/594888953477572851/comments/default/7374316838752777817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html?showComment=1256925846435#c7374316838752777817' title=''/><author><name>slouchy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05602868040771218507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.magpiemusing.com/2009/10/nightgown.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31542820.post-594888953477572851' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31542820/posts/default/594888953477572851' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>