Jewels are trending backwards--how delicious. Designers are harkening back to classics from the 30s, 40s, even the 70s and 80s. Stop it. Could you be more excited? And, of course, pearls are on the watch list. Grasp and sigh deeply, Dollface. Spotted on the runway and splashed about the internet: Can you believe it--cocktail rings.… Continue reading Step Back Jewels…
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Give Me The Clothes…But Not All of Them
Apologies abound. Reportage is slow. We went Mother's Day weekend, Middle Chicken, Baby Pea, and Baby Pea's mama. Yes, we want to know your thoughts. On what? The Devil Wears Prada 2, of course. Did you fall down and smack your little head on the pavement? Pfft. Those of us who launched our careers in… Continue reading Give Me The Clothes…But Not All of Them
Massage Brain…
It's been a minute since this girl hit the spa. Although I am fanatic about weekly blowouts and never, ever, have chipped nails, massage has suffered. I had that corporate job that demanded constant attention and time, as well as weekends. Silly girl. Friendships and, evidently, massages were also affected. So on a particularly cold… Continue reading Massage Brain…
Vampire Lifts Are Not The Answer…
Sipping coffee with a gal pal who says, "You should write about age. Age and jobs. Age and bodies. Age and dating. It's a pain in the ass." She's right. Aging is definitely different for the girls. Her frustration comes from a job hunt. She is a super-talented events and trade show planner looking for… Continue reading Vampire Lifts Are Not The Answer…
Celeb Coming Through…
California, amongst its many hallmarks, is home to a plethora of celebrities. On any given day, you may spy an FP (famous person) on the street or in a restaurant. Mostly, they are much smaller in real life and have over large heads for their tiny bodies. And they are impossibly thin. San Diego, mecca… Continue reading Celeb Coming Through…
Hello Danny…
While in Vegas, taking in as many sites as possible is always best; Adele if you recently robbed a bank, The Beatles' Love for your soul, and Danny Pellegrino any chance you can get. Not in the know my doll? It's a Housewives thing, as in the Real ones. Those of us who disengage our… Continue reading Hello Danny…
Hiatus, Schmiatus…
It's called hiatus and it's supposed to make you feel better, take a step back, reexamine your priorities, and probably even some more hocus pocus. Mine turned into almost nine months of not writing, not tending to my extracurriculars, and basically just working and tending to the needs of my job. The result? Hiatus, Schmiatus.… Continue reading Hiatus, Schmiatus…
Perhaps You Need More Stevie…
Sometimes you shake your head in disbelief. And praise the stars above you were born before rap. It's the weekly dinner with the chicks. The Goddess hosts at her abode and The Other Norwegian (remember, The Norwegian's cousin?) cooks the fare. The Goddess and Sweetest G are there. So is She Who Shall Not Be… Continue reading Perhaps You Need More Stevie…
Finally Grown Into My Pearls…
My grandmothers were pearl girls. My Grammie gave me my first strand when I was five, a graduated string with the largest in the middle and one added each year as I grew. She was straitlaced, knew the rules and liked them, and cooked three meals a day every day of her life. My Granna,… Continue reading Finally Grown Into My Pearls…
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…