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Is Your Dress Too Short – A Mature Woman’s Guide To The Right Hemline
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FASHION STYLE & BEAUTY

Is Your Dress Too Short – A Mature Woman’s Guide To The Right Hemline

You're over forty. Can you still wear a short dress? For some women, a short hemline is perfectly fine but, for others it is a definite fashion offense. A dress that is too short can make a mature woman look like she is trying too hard to look young. On others, it can expose those areas on your body that are better left hidden. Here are some basic tips for finding the hemline that is right for you. 1. Consider your age Age is very important in determining the correct hemline for you. A sixty-five year old woman might have beautiful legs but, a micro-mini skirt would look totally inappropriate for her. Generally speaking, hems that stop at the knees are acceptable for every woman. Women in their forties may wear their skirts slightly above the knee. Women fifty and up should not go shorte...
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A Short History Of Cheerios
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NUTRITION

A Short History Of Cheerios

Cheerios are famous breakfast cereal in a distinctive 'O' shape made from puffed oats. They are popular among children and adults since the 1940s. A US based cereal company called General Mills owns the Cheerios brand and is also marketed by Nestle in as many as 130 countries including UK. Cheerios has a variety of styles and flavors; it is advertised as a nutritious and healthy breakfast. The breakfasts of the 19th century were typically made up of toast, fried eggs, bacon and sausages. Healthy diet was not considered as important. However, some doctors had noticed their patients responded better to urinary tract problems and bowel even to mood swings if they had a better balanced diet of cereals and vegetables. Unluckily, cereals turned out to be difficult to be made into convenient mea...
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The Story Of A Ghost (Fictional Short Story)
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ATTRACTION

The Story Of A Ghost (Fictional Short Story)

In the late evening hours, I was seated at the firm surface of my bed. I can't go back to sleep; in louver, I waited until the ultimate sunlit peeped through the slats. That moment I was in so much anguish that made me starry-eyed. In a flick, my thoughts desired to see the distance place where moments of loved ones dwell. Even if it was an intermission, I welcomed it all in alliance with my deep longing for the happy occurrence. My heart was in the clamor to see them all; my eyes sparkled with pleasures for all the fine senses of deep affection. While time held its breath, gave way to reunite me with the past. It flew me back to the time where I was seated with other small children maybe aged 6 or 7 and where a lady teacher believed she was holding a stone whisperer will always know of w...
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