A makeup conversation. The kind you put on your face not the kind after a breakup. She: "You want to create a natural look, a look like you're not wearing any makeup at all." Me: "Why?" She: "What do you mean why?" Me: "If my natural face was so lovely, why would I wear any… Continue reading Let’s Talk Makeup…
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Can I Get Some Help Here?…
Living in the moment is not my bag. Inner peace eludes me. The Universe does not move magically at my whim. Meditation drives me batty. What's a girl to do? I've tried contacting my inner shaman. I don't have one. I am at one with no one. But I do think some solace for the… Continue reading Can I Get Some Help Here?…
A Regular at the Country Dive Bar?…
"I can walk around Kierland free as a bird." Middle Chicken and I are playing a game called, Guess what I can do now that the mask mandate has been lifted. The Kierland part is important as it's home to Anthropologie. Anthropologie is that wonderland for women of a certain age-all our favorite stuff is… Continue reading A Regular at the Country Dive Bar?…
Croaking In A Bloody Basin…
Writers live mostly in their heads. It's both blessing and curse. It means we can entertain ourselves anywhere and any time but there's also a dark side. Like that little girl Longfellow wrote about, "When she was good, she was very good indeed. But when she was bad, she was horrid." That's the mind of… Continue reading Croaking In A Bloody Basin…
Married Furniture…
"I finally got rid of my married furniture," says a friend. She's been divorced for about ten years. It takes that long. I know exactly what she means. Living with the remnants. No matter how beautiful, expensive or tasteful, furnishings contain memories. In her case of a bad boy husband. In my case, a dead… Continue reading Married Furniture…
Sunday Scaries…
A week spent amongst Chickens is always good for the soul. A holiday week spent with Chickens in a brand new home and a first Thanksgiving dinner is a treasure. It's Middle Chicken and Lawyer Boy's new home and their first holiday in it. Le Sigh. Alas, Oldest Chicken and Baby Pea are on their… Continue reading Sunday Scaries…
Manners, Manners Everywhere…
Hiatus took me by surprise. Just kind of stopped writing and a day turned to another and another. And then I was a little lost. COVID has taken its toll in the house of Duchess. Skittish Tabby and I eat a lot of bad food, absorb way to many murder mysteries and see far too… Continue reading Manners, Manners Everywhere…
The Netflix Whisperer…
Seems The Duchess has a new moniker, Netflix Whisperer. Admittedly, no one is more in the know. The Goddess and I venture to a birthday celebration. Of course, we wore our masks. Pfft. During dinner, The Goddess, always bright, cheerful and beautiful, leans over and says, "Whatcha watching?" as if my Netfix goods are of… Continue reading The Netflix Whisperer…
Charles Manson Was A Loser…
Ladies, there's a new murder girl in town. She's been around for a bit. I'm just late to the party. Those of us who cannot look away from the gruesome, the bizarre and the just plain WTF are obsessed. Why? It's the combination. This chick talks murder while she does her makeup. No lie. I… Continue reading Charles Manson Was A Loser…
What Have You Learned?…
Through difficulty it's good to question, "What have I learned?" It's healthier than the pity party we're tempted to plan, less fun than drinking your way through, but every once in a while you hit on something. Husband dies. Life falls apart. What have you learned? You can take care of yourself. You may not… Continue reading What Have You Learned?…
