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It’s good to know you’re not alone. Solidarity can often relieve pain.

One of my dearest girlfriends came up from Los Angeles this weekend. It had been a long time and we had both recently experienced devastating heartbreaks. While I don’t wish that kind of pain on anyone—especially one I love so much—it certainly helps to share it. A person who understands so completely can offer support and insight in a way no one else can.

We had plans to celebrate Halloween but then never left the house, we were so engrossed in conversation and so relieved to be understood. As the cocktails flowed, a true healing happened. We came to realize that in addition to the pain of rejection and lost love, we had a pride of growth and evolution. We had both been brave enough to take a risk, hearts wide open to possibility. We’d gone “all in” for love, whether our prospective partners could offer the same…or not, as it turned out. We congratulated each other on showing up and being boldly honest…and for simply surviving the experience. That’s something neither one of us could see on our own but that, held up as a reflection for each other, offered a new perspective.

I have a blog follower to thank for this week’s photograph. Kaz alerted me to the one-page spread in a 1929 issue of French Vogue magazine for sale online. In it, Silky models two lovely couture evening gowns by a popular designer of the day, Norman Hartnell.

Silky married Lord Ashley in 1927, most likely for prestige and title, though perhaps she was fond of him in the beginning. But she married for true love the second time to Douglas Fairbanks after waiting three uncertain years as his mistress. I must admit that Silky was far braver and more open-hearted than either me or my girlfriend can claim to have been.  A toast to the moxy we women muster in the name of love and to Silky’s tenacity…a well as her inimitable style!