With a New Year come predictions for what to wear from those who do not dress for real jobs, sitting, or living on the surface of the sun. We do find hope, however, in polka dots and pleats. But Lord save us if we are forced into utility jumpsuits or eighties denim skirts. Do what… Continue reading Polka Dots and Pleats…
Category: Lifestyle
Toda Raba…
Chrismukkah came and went. As did the New Year with its festivity and promises. Resolutions? Gave them up for the New Year. Instead, I promise to be a better human both to myself and others. Take more baths of varying scents and expand the shoe collection. Oh, and dance on a few tables before I… Continue reading Toda Raba…
There’s a Fridge For That…
Those of us stuck in another time rarely fall for trends. Keeping the younger set close can help when you need someone to say, "Hey get a haircut," or "Don't wear that black dress ever again." Although what could be wrong with any black dress is beyond me. Female chickens insist the dress is a… Continue reading There’s a Fridge For That…
Who Does The Heavy Lifting?…
Some days it's about the heavy lifting. Guys and chicks are not the same. Argue all you like but girls rarely belch the alphabet and guys generally don't wear thongs, regardless of worries over panty lines. Hauling the Christmas tree from the garage and a new license plate bring it home. I jostle and lift… Continue reading Who Does The Heavy Lifting?…
Chrismukkah It is…
We hear it started in The OC. In our abode it's happening because Middle Chicken married Lawyer Boy, who's half Jewish and Baby Chicken's Southern Boy is much more Jewish. In our Catholic household, we couldn't care less what you are as long as there's wine. Fortunately, both Christmas and Hannukah involve fermented grapes. Although… Continue reading Chrismukkah It is…
Becoming A Dude…
I'm becoming a dude. I have a cold. I may be dying. It really is just sniffles, sore throat and aches. Standard cold stuff. My brain signals death is eminent. And then it hits me. In my old age, I'm becoming a dude. You might be too. Think about it. Ten, not to mention twenty,… Continue reading Becoming A Dude…
My Little Cub…
"What song do you want to dance to?" asks Oldest Chicken. He's referring to the mother-son tradition. His wedding is little more than a week away. We spend hours on the hunt. Feeling quite Goldilocks-ish. This one is too hard. This one is too soft. Seems finding the one that's "just right" should strike me… Continue reading My Little Cub…
New Car? Kittens Best Part of the Day…
Always an adventure, non? Those of us who've lost spouses and played in the cancer pond consider our dance cards of the unexpected full, thank you. There is no need, ever, for surprise. Been there, done that. My little 200, love of my life with its' throwback analog clock--the reason I bought the car, showed… Continue reading New Car? Kittens Best Part of the Day…
I’m Sorry…Now Read
Who's ready for a juicy, soapy, twisty, turny, gossipy look at the rich and the famous for being rich? It's the latest choice for Duchess Doll reading. The Last Mrs. Parrish is the yummiest of collected envy, deception and power amongst the bitchiest--and it's not who you think. Penned by a pair sisters who claim… Continue reading I’m Sorry…Now Read
Everything Old Is New…And Cute
A delicious white fur stole with rhinestone brooch will grace my shoulders next month at the wedding of Oldest Chicken. No, it's not real fur; I'm not a barbarian. Pfft. It's a throwback to the glamour days when ladies made an entrance, sipped champagne from coupes and added stems to their cigarettes. Aside from the… Continue reading Everything Old Is New…And Cute
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