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By: Food Gal » Blog Archiv » Pebble Beach Food & Wine Extravaganza and Food Gal Giveaway

Mon, 25 Apr 2011 15:53:48 +0000

[...] of the Previous Contest: In last week’s Food Gal contest, I asked you to tell me about an item of clothing that you loved and kept far longer than you [...]

By: foodgal

foodgal — Sun, 24 Apr 2011 17:32:18 +0000

Contest is now closed. Come back Monday to see who won and for the start of a REALLY fun new contest.

By: franci

franci — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 20:12:00 +0000

Well, i STILL have and refuse to throw out a pair of super soft denim skinny jeans and pit PERFECTLY. However, since they’re a softer, thinner denim, they have huge knee holes (that I love, but my Mom and Grandma make fun of every time they see me wearing it) and even a small, getting-bigger-ever-time hole in the crotch area. I just try to remember to keep my legs strategically crossed when I sit down… I can’t help it. I love those jeans!

By: Nicole

Nicole — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 17:04:49 +0000

When my mom first immigrated to America, she had a sleeveless Coca Cola red muscle shirt that she bought in Indianapolis in 1976. My mom was 90 lbs. and 5’3″ tall at the time. She trekked the shirt along for 22 years herself, and finally passed down the shirt to me. I was 13 years old when I received this muscle tank and wore it to my first middle school “party!” The boy that I was in LOVE with then, James, asked to hang out with me outside. It was in his backyard, in my mom’s Coca Cola muscle tank that I experienced my first kiss with James. I owe all of my romantical powers to that shirt. It is FAR too small for me to wear today (13 years later from that first kiss), but still takes up space in my drawer.

By: Jamie

Jamie — Tue, 19 Apr 2011 13:06:50 +0000

When I grew up, moved out and far away, got married and started working in fashion, I remembered that my mom had bought a silk purple and yellow Diane Von Furstenberg dress when she was a young, new designer and someone like my mom could still afford the label. I was determined to wrangle this dress out of her hands, into my suitcase and back to France if indeed she herself had held onto it all those years. Next trip home, I found that she had the dress hanging in her closet wrapped in plastic. I had to spend my whole vacation home talking her into parting with this prized possession but she finally did. I have yet to wear this beautiful dress which is still like new, but I cherish it like a treasure.