I don't believe in Casual Friday; not as a concept and not as a participant. One should always look their best at work. We never know when there will be the need to intimidate someone or point out that their sweater is not merely blue but cerulean and that fashion does, in fact, affect us… Continue reading Casual Friday As Bad As I Thought…
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Carrie Bradshaw Stole My Gig…
Yeah, Carrie, we watched. Girlfriend, you stole my gig. I'm the doll that writes scathing, snarky comedy about widowhood. I'm the girl that carries grief in her pen and starting over in her notebook. Don't think we didn't notice you and pals drinking dirty martinis, two olives instead of your signature Cosmos. For shame. You… Continue reading Carrie Bradshaw Stole My Gig…
Grouchy Is In The Underwear…
"I don't like underwear full stop," says Emma Thompson. She continues, "I stopped wearing underwear a long time ago. It's not my scene. I don't like comfortable underwear. I find comfortable underwear uncomfortable." The words speak to the soul and I cry out, "Where my girls at?" That's a lie. I eschew speaking in less… Continue reading Grouchy Is In The Underwear…
My Esophagus Is Better Than Yours…
"You have the esophagus of a much younger woman." Well, there's a thought. Here I am, tormented by wrinkles making daily debuts, and it's my esophagus I should be showing off to the world. How does one get that designation to show on the outside? Seems radiation, the cancer gift that never stops giving, can… Continue reading My Esophagus Is Better Than Yours…
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…
Let’s Talk Makeup…
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…
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?…
Not As Fun As It Used To Be…
Generally, the airport is a fascinating place. A particular morning last week--not so much. Perhaps it was my flight twice delayed. Most likely, it was that on the Today Show, Savannah Guthrie and her supposed fashion cohort pronounced heels and dresses dead for work wear thanks to COVID. Blasphemers make me testy. Scanning the waiting… Continue reading Not As Fun As It Used To Be…
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…
Can We Talk Cream Blush?…
Baby Chicken is a makeup aficionado. She's really, really good at it. Except she believes in minimalism for skin. Moi, not so much. The more I paint and hide, the better. "Stop using foundation," says she. My heart skips a beat and I have to call for my fan. Since senior year in high school--my… Continue reading Can We Talk Cream Blush?…
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