Scotch Shortbread

By Mary Beth Meeks
on November 21, 2016

There isn't anything better than getting together with family and sharing in the goodness that is food. I would like to share my great-grandmother's Scotch Shortbread recipe with you all. It is one of my favorite recipes around the holidays and is also one of the easiest things to make. 

{Scotch Shortbread}

1 cup butter at room temperature

1/2 cups sugar

2 1/2 cups flour

pinch of salt

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Slowly add flour and salt mixture until well blended.

Pinch a small amount from mixture and smash onto an ungreased pan. My mom's advice when making this is to handle the batter as little as possible when making the cookie. She also likes to use a fork and make a few holes in the top of the cookie. 

Bake in a 350 degree oven from 15-20 minutes or until the edges start to turn a golden color. That's it! Also, they are best stored in a tin cookie container and also make great gifts. We hope you all have a very blessed week and a lovely Thanksgiving!


Mary Beth

The Beverly Dress

By Tanner Meeks
on October 17, 2016

I find it quite appropriate and meaningful for many reasons that Wind Charmer has designed a Christmas dress in honor of my mother, Beverly. I’m the youngest of her three sons, more affectionately known as her little baby. Really, only a mom could get away with calling her son that, and I’m far from little these days. I know I speak for all of my brothers when writing this blog post in tribute to her, as she means the world to us. We look up to her and love her for all that she is and all that she taught us to be!

My mom has handed down endless amounts of values and lessons she learned from her wonderful and loving parents. In turn they were passed down to us in our childhood and we are doing the same these days with our girls. Just to name a few of the obvious; hard work, commitment, reliability, and most certainly a love for life, family, and God! I believe the last to have made the biggest and broadest impact on our family. My mom is a giver and she has taught her sons to have the same compassion for people and life.

My mom spent the largest part of her working career as a teacher and middle school counselor to children. She gave her time to these kids every day to try to help them find their way in a world that can spin at the speed of light, and even faster so in a teenage world full of emotion and drama. My mom’s office was a safe space that many kids could turn to for a kind smile and a listening ear. I’ve found myself doing the same at times. She's always been there to help me figure out the best way through some of the more challenging times in my life. She does this for me as her son of course, but she’s done it for countless other sons and daughters as well. I know she has impacted our world in so many ways in her service to young children and minds over the years.

Even in her off time, my Mom is a giver. It doesn’t just stop at the end of a school day. There have been countless times where I have had people come up to me, friends and sometimes strangers, to thank me for something that my Mom had done for them or their family. Most times I didn’t even know she had done it, so it means that much more. She does it selflessly for no other motivation than the generous love that’s in her heart, she shares with someone or some family. It truly is inspiring and sets the bar high, so that we may strive to achieve her level of compassion.

My parents always taught us the most important part of Christmas is giving. The ultimate gift was given to the world on the day Jesus Christ was born. It’s in this love my Mom finds her compassion to give all year long and I find it appropriate that she is honored with the Beverly dress in this season of giving.

Much Love,


Honoring our State

By Mary Beth Meeks
on August 08, 2016

My great uncle, Tom Calvin, is a man who has lived an interesting life.  His name is somewhat synonymous with football in our state. Uncle Tom grew up on the outskirts of Athens, Alabama. He played high school football before he served in WWII, like so many men his age.  After returning from WWII, he played football at the University of Alabama from 1949-1950. After playing for the Crimson Tide, he was drafted by the Pittsburgh Steelers and played there 4 years from 1952-1955. 

Uncle Tom coached for Sylacauga High School and Austin High School in Decatur where his winning teams won several state championships. His wife, Aunt Lenette, has been coaching gymnastics for over 57 years. She has been involved with gymnastics for many years and is a legend in gymnastics in our state. Uncle Tom and Aunt Lenette, are both inductees of the Alabama High School Athletic Association Hall of Fame.

Photo by John Godbey with Decatur Daily

We have our Football Penny series pre-order going on now..  Many families, like ours, have divided loyalties with fans for Alabama and Auburn.  We hope your girls enjoy wearing their Wind Charmer dresses as they show their team spirit this fall. 

I am so  proud of my family and the state in which I grew up.  Our hope is to honor the men and women who have positively influenced so many young people. They set a strong foundation and we hope to follow in their footsteps. 

With love,

Mary Beth

Photo by Lily White Photography

Honor Our Flag - The Loyce Dress

By Sandi Meeks
on May 15, 2016

By Dan Meeks

My father Loyce C. Meeks or LC as he was called by many friends, was born in 1925 in Tupelo, Mississippi, also the birthplace of the King of rock and roll, Elvis Presley.  Soon after Elvis grasp the nation with TV appearances on several major variety shows in the mid 1950's, my grandmother informed us Elvis was a distant cousin (third to my father).  Although not someone we really knew, my grandmother did remember his family staying with her parents for a period during the difficulties of the Depression.

My father's family moved to the area south of Alabaster, Alabama when he was young.  He was the only male sibling; he had older and younger sisters as well as a twin sister.  He hunted and fished with childhood friends and his sport of choice was basketball.  He was small but very quick and became a defensive specialist.  He also had family chores as was the case with most rural families dealing with a struggling American economy.

My father moved to western Birmingham, Alabama in his late teenage years where he rented a room from family friends and worked at a farm and dairy.  There he met my mother; the dairy was owned by her parents.  World War II was underway and soon my father entered the Army as a member of the infantry.

(LC Meeks entered the army at 18)

My father entered the Italian Campaign prior to the Battle of Anzio in southern Italy and in his words "walked to the Alps".  He was wounded when he and a colleague dove into a foxhole to avoid an approaching mortar shell; the other soldier did not survive.  My father received the Purple Heart and three Bronze Stars.  He rarely spoke about his combat until later years and tears would appear at times when he did.  I am sure, like most World War II veterans, the horrors of war were etched in his memory.

After his service, my father returned and married my mother.  He tried other jobs but returned to the dairy business with my grandparents and later as a wholesale salesman for a large local dairy.  This was not easy work; I was amazed at the time required to milk cows at 2 AM and 2 PM each day and also tend to supporting farm and production activities.  As a salesman my father believed the customer was "always right".  He valued his appearance; he polished and shined his shoes each night and usually ironed shirts again because they came from the laundry with wrinkles.

(LC giving me last minute wardrobe adjustments before walking down the isle)

My father had little free time.  He was very mechanical and could build or repair anything.  He was often sought by relatives or friends to assist in such areas.  He wanted me to be successful.  When I became interested in electronics at a young age, he help me assemble shortwave radio kits, purchased equipment and help build amateur radio antennas.  During my freshman year of high school I was scheduled to take mechanical drawing and learned a $40 fee was required for drawing equipment.  That was a lot of money in the days when a cola or candy bar cost a nickel and I was going to drop the course.  My father suggested I continue the course, provided the funds and sparked my desire to study engineering.

(Grandaddy Meeks and his "boys" - Dan, Forrest, Tanner and Josh)

Most adults that attend college have fond memories of their school and proudly support it.  Such is the case with my days and relationship with Auburn University.  My father's military service held a parallel role.  Not that he enjoyed combat, as previously stated, war forever changed him.  However, he understood the sacrifice and costs of freedom.  He flew the American flag in his yard 24/7.  He modified his overalls he wore for fishing (his hobby) and other casual wear to include an American flag patch on the chest.  It is so fitting that the Loyce dress is red, white and blue to honor my father and those millions of veterans that sacrificed to preserve freedom.  As you purchase this item and your child wears it, may the Loyce be a constant reminder of the our loyal veterans.


(Grandaddy Meeks loved his Great Grand Daughters tremendously. Pictured here with Mary Katherine and his famous American flag patch that he proudly wore just about every day.)

(Emily is proud to wear this Loyce dress in honor of her Great-Grandaddy)

These Are The Days

By Josh Meeks
on April 18, 2016

There are many people who come in and out of our lives, almost all of them leave some sort of impact and have a hand in shaping who we are and what we believe. Doris Whidby Hobbs, my grandmother, has impacted countless lives throughout her life. I am fairly confident my family would agree that she is the example we all aspire to follow. Grandmother Hobbs always has a way of taking the most complicated situation and making it profoundly simple.

(At my wedding in 2004, she still looks this amazing at 88)

Keith Urban’s “These Are the Days” lyrics always remind me of Grandmother Hobbs' approach to whatever life sends her way:

“My grandma was a wise old soul
Took me by the hand not long ago
Said, "Son, what's your hurry, boy slow it down
Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound
Of the wind that's blowin' through the trees
Rivers flowin' to the sea
Yeah they're all headin' home just like you and me
Life's for livin' child, can't you see?"

These are the days we will remember
These are the times that won't come again
The highest of flames become an ember
And you gotta live 'em while you can”

We are all caught up in the endless demands and expectations of today’s world, the never ending to-do list, expectations from our careers, expectations from our families, and expectations from society. I often find myself running the race and think about Grandmother Hobbs; she always put three things above anything else, again, profoundly simple but, oh, so hard to execute-Faith, Family, Kindness.

Faith. Grandmother Hobbs’ love for her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is the reason she is who she is and He guides her every step. I was so blessed to be raised in a Christian home and this started with my grandparents.  They provided the guidance to my parents who in turn did the same for me. I am so thankful for the endless sacrifices made by my family in order to place me in a position to come and know the same Lord and Savior. I pray all will remember the power of His sacrifice when true love was on full display a little over 2,000 years ago.

Family. Grandmother Hobbs loves her family and is fiercely loyal to each and every member. Our entire family owes a tremendous debt of gratitude to Grandmother Hobbs. She and my Grandfather who passed away in 2012, always taught us to put family first. When times are good or bad, your family will always be there.  Trust me, they were always there setting the example at our births, our baptisms, every Sunday lunch, endless little league sporting events, graduations, weddings, their grandchildren’s births, during sickness and during death.  You could always count on Grandmother and Granddaddy Hobbs. I can only hope to be as devoted to my family as they were and are to ours.

Grandmother Hobbs - Doris Whidby Hobbs

(I'm the one in the awesome navy blazer)

Kindness: Grandmother Hobbs is kind to every person she comes in contact with. I have never met anyone who doesn’t simply adore my grandmother. She always puts others’ needs before hers.   Is this not the essence of kindness? People are naturally drawn to her kindness.  I truly believe this magnetism was the foundation for the positive impact she had on so many people throughout her life.

Grandmother Hobbs is hands down the best cook I know.  Her food is the accompanying soundtrack to our families story. No description of her way of life would be complete without this fact and a stick of oleo.

This Wind Charmer dress, Doris, exemplifies the beautiful simplicity with which Grandmother lives her life. I hope you are drawn to this dress and it reminds you that despite the pressures and demands of our world, the truly important things in life are not that complicated.

So, slow down; love the Lord, love your family, love those around you. I am certain Grandmother Hobbs would agree. I am also certain there are not many Great Grandmothers of 9, active on Facebook and as vibrant as she is.!

I'm thankful that my wife and my sister-in-laws love my Grandmother as much as her grandsons love her and honored her with this dress. Seeing my daughters in this beautiful dress is just an amazing way that our company honors the past while charming the present.

Classic Doris

(My oldest Leah in Classic Doris)

Thank you for everything and I love you Grandmother.


Cue the Chicken!

By Sandi Meeks
on April 14, 2016

We never imagined that less than 6 months into our business, we would be invited to be part of a fashion magazine spread. It was so flattering to be asked to be part of such a beloved Birmingham magazine. We were delighted beyond words and then it sunk it.....can we pull this all together in time?

In early February, we met with Robin Colter from B Metro magazine at their hip offices in downtown Birmingham. We showed her all of our current dresses and some sketches and prototypes of upcoming styles. Through her super cool glasses, I could see the excitement in her eyes as she told us they had never done a fashion feature on a children's clothing line. Wow! This was really going to happen, but the next question was when? She informed us their yearly fashion issue went to print in April.  Therefore, we needed to have everything pulled together for the photo shoot the first week in March.  That's when my heart hit the floor. That was only 6 weeks away and we were still working on patterns. We knew this was an opportunity we couldn't pass up so we put everything in high gear and began to work tirelessly.  

Mary Beth went to work finalizing the patterns with the pattern makers. She already had a mountain of fabric selections but it was time to quickly make her selections for each dress in order to get everything to our amazing local sample sewer.

The photographer and staff went to work selecting models with a sense of urgency.  Many decisions had to be made-- how many girls, what ages, what dresses on which girl, and everything in between. Through the grace of Facebook and other sources, we found our amazing models--all who lived locally in Birmingham or in nearby cities in Alabama.  

From the beginning, Robin knew exactly how she wanted the photoshoot to go.  But finding a location that worked was going to be very difficult.  She put a call out to friends around town because she wanted more than anything.......a baby goat. Ok, seriously, that's not asking too much was it? Well, low and behold through word of mouth, she found the Aitchison farm in Odenville. 

After meeting with the photographer, producer and stylist, we came up with a plan for the actual day of the photo shoot. It was going to take tremendous coordination to get everything done in one day. The stylist went to work pulling together accessories, props (most of which she made), planning hair styles and organizing everything to perfection.  

There always has to be a plan B when planning an outside photo shoot. We knew that it HAD to be done on that particular Saturday in order to meet the deadline for the April issue of the magazine. That meant that the stars would have to align and the weather would have to cooperate. And boy did it ever! It was a perfect, sunny early March spring day.

Most of the work was completed the last week before the photo shoot--picking up dresses for the models, late night work on the props like the bow and arrow, set building for our indoor scenes and everything in between.

The day of the photo shoot could not have gone better. It was cold for the first shoot of the day and our fantastic model Willa Blu was a rock star. Dressed in her purple Flora dress, she was somehow able to shake off the shivers, wrangle that beautiful black and white goat, while the fan blew her amazing hair and managed to look at the camera at the same time. When the photographer showed me the "perfect shot" she got, I started to tear up. This was really happening!  The moment that we worked so hard for, was actually happening. It was really such a magical moment for me and I was so proud of what our little company was able to pull off in such a short time.

The rest of the day just kept getting better and better. Judah was majestic in her Jan dress while standing in the creek like a warrior princess as this gigantic dog ran past her for the perfect shot.

Next was the amazing picture of the four girls standing on the log over the creek. I had to cover my eyes at one point, fearful that someone would fall in. But they didn't and were even able to get a chicken to line up on the log with them. That was real and not photoshopped!  Once the girls were lined up on the log, the photographer yelled "cue the chicken" and the farm owner ran through the creek and placed the chicken perfectly on the log.

The entire experience is something we will never forget. We owe it all to the amazing, fantastic, creative, daring and magical Liesa Cole. Her obsession with getting the perfect photo is relentless but nothing less than perfection. She is a creative inspiration to all those that meet her.

The result was far beyond what we could have ever dreamed.  We feel blessed beyond measure that B Metro Magazine selected us and so thankful to everyone who was a part of this experience. 



Too Young to Drink Coffee ~ The Edna Dress

By Tanner Meeks
on April 12, 2016

              My Grandmother Meeks, that’s what all of her grandsons call her. It’s a simple name but oh so special just like her. She embodies the simple truths of life and will be more than happy to take the time to share them with you when you talk to her. I’ve always enjoyed talking to my grandmother and listening to her stories of life. I have so many fond memories with her and my granddaddy, whether it was driving all over town to watch trains pass by and wave at the conductors or the weekend fishing trips where we would spend the night in their truck camper and catch loads of fish. She would even let me take sips of her coffee from a cooled spoon, decaffeinated I'm sure, but I think this is where I found my love for good black coffee! I still smile to this day when I think of what my great grandmother, who Grandmother Meeks took care of, used to say watching this as she watched me sip coffee, "I'm too young to drink coffee". She lived to be 98 and I'm positive she never had a sip!


            Edna Mae Meeks is just one more exemplary story you have all likely heard about the greatest generation. This generation earned that title for many reasons and it’s a well-deserved moniker for my grandmother.  She was born into a dairy farmer’s family in 1929 and grew up living and appreciating that life. It was hard and dirty work but it's  what her family knew and did well. Its even how she would eventually meet her husband, our amazing Granddaddy, as he signed on to work for my great grandfather. This was the life she loved and appreciated and it’s left a legacy our family will always be proud of- a legacy of working hard, earning your worth and respect, always appreciating others, keeping life practical and simple-a message all too easily forgotten in the fast pace of today’s world, and not getting bogged down in the things that are out of our control-give them to God. He has seen our family this far and will continue to provide if we continue to put in the work for Him. It’s in these roots that our family’s foundation was built and we will be forever grateful for it!


            Simply saying I was excited to hear that my wife, Mary Beth, was creating a dress in my grandmother’s honor would be a drastic understatement. Then I saw the Edna dress! I was amazed at how much it embodied her values and I feel speaks as a true tribute to her life and legacy. I could envision my grandmother as a little girl wearing this dress as a young girl using the pockets for gathering eggs or other wonderful little trinkets found while exploring the world. I sincerely hope that you too will see the special inspiration that the Edna dress was created from and it adds to the wondrous simple joys of your daughter’s life also!





Sun-Kissed Cheeks

By Jamie Meeks
on March 31, 2016

The sound of the waves rolling, sand between my toes, a warm breeze on my face, the smell of salty air, peaceful sunsets, endless smiles and laughter... these are all things that made me fall in love with the beach.  

I have gone to the Gulf Coast of Alabama for as long as I can remember.  As a little girl I remember making sand castles, body surfing in the ocean and collecting seashells during days that seemed to last forever.  As I got a little older, my love for the beach evolved into sitting in the sunshine reading while listening to the sounds of Jimmy Buffet and Bob Marley.  

When Forrest and I had our first daughter, we couldn't wait to introduce her to the beach. My parents had recently bought a house in Gulf Shores, and we were so excited to take her.  After about half of a day, we thought we had ruined our beach lives forever. Going to the beach with a baby was much different than what we were used to!  She ate the sand, wouldn't stay on the blanket we laid out for her and she certainly couldn't stay to watch the sun go down.  It didn't take us long to adapt and figure out how to enjoy the beach with our baby, and we continued to make it a frequent vacation destination as our family grew.  

Fast forward 11 years.  Now our three girls love the beach as much as we do.  Playing outside in the sand and the surf seems to bring them closer together.  Like most siblings, they have their moments when they fuss and fight, but at the beach those moments seem to happen less and less.  They make up stories about mermaids, bring us plates (frisbees) of pretend spaghetti and meatballs made from wet sand, turn cartwheels, collect seashells, and play in the water until their fingertips and toes are wrinkled.  They can barely hold their eyes open as we kiss their sun-kissed cheeks while tucking them into bed at the end of the day. The beach allows them to be innocent and free like the children they are.  

Beach Trip with Cousins 2015

I was so excited to see Mary Beth's creation of Beach Penny.  It's perfect... simple, casual, yet beautiful.  It reminds me of the beach life we love so much!   


Dandelions and Dean

By Mary Beth Meeks
on March 12, 2016

Laura Ingalls Wilder once wrote, “Some old fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.” Wilder, a writer born in the 1800’s and best known for her Little House series, played a role in the inspiration for the Dean Dress. This quote rekindles memories of my childhood that included bare feet and picking the most beautiful yellow dandelions early every spring. Laura Ingalls Wilder is also an inspiration to me as a woman and a mother. I grew up on a farm and learned from a very early age, that working hard and being fierce reaped rewards. I spent my Sunday afternoons in my church dress, building forts along the creek and catching fish using Catawba worms with my grandfather. Although life is much faster and busier these days, I still strive to have these moments with my daughters. Their manners are important; their sweetness a priority; but their adventurous and fearless nature is what I encourage as much as I can. 

Dean is a name that has been in my family for generations. It graces my grandmother’s name, my mother’s, and as well as one of my twin daughters. This name embodies the special women in my family who have had hands that are sore from quilting, eyes that have seen the world through the Great Depression, mouths that have  spoken words of wisdom, and feet that have stood through the pouring rain, as well as the hottest of days. The Dean dress is as beautiful and strong as the women who inspired it.

I hope you love the Dean dress as much as we do. I sincerely hope you and your little girl share fond memories in it, that will last both of you a lifetime.  

With Love,

Mary Beth


A Gentle Woman With Such Grace

By Jamie Meeks
on February 02, 2016

My mother is one of ten children.   I have three girls and I can’t imagine tripling that number and adding one!  Our lives are already so hectic that if you added seven more kiddos, I would probably have to have my own room with very soft walls and visiting hours.  I’m not saying a straight jacket would be involved, but I wouldn’t rule it out!

My grandmother, Frances, not only raised ten children but she did it with grace.  My mom is number nine out of ten… She is the baby girl.  She or any one of her three brothers and six sisters would tell you that Frances Moore raised ten ONLY children.  She was able to make each one of them feel special and unique.  


She is the only person I can think of that embodied every single Fruit of the Spirit.  

Love - You knew from the minute you walked in that you were loved.  She knew just what to say to make you feel special.  I made a cake for the 4th of July one year when I was about ten years old. It was a lemon cake from a box with store bought strawberry icing.  Grandma was the best cook I had ever known and I couldn’t wait to find out what she thought about my cake.  I remember her tasting it and telling me how moist and delicious it was.  I’m sure I was beaming!

Joy - Grandmaw loved to have a full house.  She was most joyful when her home was full with her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.  

Peace - She welcomed every type of person with open arms and an open heart.  

Patience - If you have ten children, I really think this one goes without saying.  She had patience that I can only dream to have.  

Kindness - Grandmaw had the kindest heart.  She would stop whatever she was doing when someone she loved needed help.

Goodness - My grandmother had the heart of a servant.  She did for everyone else before she did for herself.  

Faithfulness - Grandmaw was faithful to God and to her family.  She taught Sunday School for years, and everyday she lived the way Jesus taught us to live.  She truly was a light in this world!

Gentleness - I remember her voice.  I remember she would answer the phone by saying, “Alright?” She called me J.K. and I can still hear her gentle voice in my head saying my nickname with such love. I never remember her getting in a hurry or rushing.  My memories are of a gentle woman with such grace.

Self Control - Grandmaw cooked the greatest meals in history.  The house would be full of her children, grandchildren, great grandchildren… She would be the last to eat.  She would make sure everyone else was taken care of before she would fix her plate and sit down. After our meal we would sit outside under the willow tree in and around the swing.  She would listen to everyone tell stories and just smile and laugh.  She never made it about her.  It is like she was created for the people she loved.  

My middle daughter is named Emily Frances.  When she asked me about her middle name I told her it came from the greatest lady I had ever known.  I am extremely honored that we have decided to name our spring debut, Frances.  I know that the true beauty of the little girls who wear it will shine through!

Frances in Lilac Wind Charmer
Photo by Lily White Photography

Emily Frances in Frances in Lilac


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