Perhaps it's the heat. Perhaps it's perpetual obsession with lazing about in the South, parasol shading delicate skin and the lure of running away never seen or heard from again like a modern day Salinger. Only in a dress. And no lusting after twenty year olds. And all that hermity-ness. Really, I just want a… Continue reading Housewives Rando…
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Nostalgic? Fries Will Do That To A Girl…
Twitter tells us it's National French Fry Day. Although I eat fries whenever I feel like now, there was a time fries were the devil. It was when I was addicted to Tab. Remember Tab? The most perfect drink ever? The pink can. The burn down the throat on the way down. The perfect pairing… Continue reading Nostalgic? Fries Will Do That To A Girl…
Rhymes With Whatever…
File under stuff that induces eyebrow raising--a show called Slutever. Whaaa? Yup, it's called Slutever. Rhymes with whatever. Host Karley Sciortino, of Vogue, brings her personality to the screen. Most know her as the magazine's sex columnist, self-titled slut sexual and trier of all things. Oh--and the girl is funny. Think Carrie Bradshaw who doesn't… Continue reading Rhymes With Whatever…
Things We Do In Private…
Yet another thing bored feminists are up in arms about. Pfft. Call it Dorito-Gate. Yes, it's ridiculous. Yes, it's stupid. Yes, it's a marketing gimmick aimed to stir the waters. But is it a reason for twisted panties? Please. Not in the know? What do you mean--your life has deep meaning or you're solving real… Continue reading Things We Do In Private…
No Jeans After 53…
Women of a certain age took another fashion hit. If we believed the crap spewed by those in the know, we'd never step foot out our front doors all made up, with long hair, powder on our faces and stiletto heels. All those things, btw, are the stuff of which "older" women should not partake.… Continue reading No Jeans After 53…
The Labyrinth of Love…
When you have a client experienced in all things mind, body, spirit, you listen when she makes suggestions based on acupuncture needles in your feet and pulse examination. She, after all, studied with the Dalai Lama's doctor and has well-being hookups to his monks. "You need a trip to the labyrinth," says she after studying… Continue reading The Labyrinth of Love…
House of Claire Returns…
Remember when your grandmother admonished, "Who cares what other people think?" Claire Underwood listened. The rest of us, well, we got trapped in the rabbit hole of mean girls, attracting boys and lipstick shades. And Claire? What happened to her? Her dreams came true while rocking the perfect shade of lipstick. And sheath dresses. And… Continue reading House of Claire Returns…
Happy Anniversary Mr. Rogers…
It's the 50th anniversary of Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. The heart swells twice its size at the news. As a child I was soothed by Mr. Rogers voice and believe the man played an integral part in my love of cardigans. I, too, have a collection donned when I find my way back home. I forced… Continue reading Happy Anniversary Mr. Rogers…
Wardrobe, Wardrobe, Wardrobe…
Obsession over Ryan Murphy's latest offering, Feud, continues. Bette Davis and Joan Crawford's Hollywood crafted back biting is delicious dish to be sure. But can we talk hats? And dresses and cigarette holders and gloves and box purses and perfectly powdered faces? The series is set in early sixties L.A. Nobody wore it better than… Continue reading Wardrobe, Wardrobe, Wardrobe…
It’s Feud Camp…
The summer I was thirteen, babysitting filled days and nights. Having a baby brother who was two marked me the authority teen on caring for the neighborhood's younger set. It was an enviable position. Money, snacks galore and fame amongst parents desperate for respite and little ones looking for a sitter to actually play with… Continue reading It’s Feud Camp…
The Duchess Diaries 