In the UK, some chick is getting paid to drink champagne and eat cake. No lie. She, I'm assuming it's a she, goes to wedding fairs to try the champagne and cake. For her efforts, she's rewarded 50 Euro an hour. In American moola, that's $56.90 an hour or $113,800 a year. To cocktail. No… Continue reading Get A Job…
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Polka Dots and Pleats…
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…
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…
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
It’s Fairytale Time…
Middle Chicken gets married in two weeks. I'm thankful Lawyer Boy is her perfect match. I'm thankful he possesses the unique ability to calm her. She can get a little frantic. Not sure what he says to her, but it works--and that works for me. I'm thankful for all the parent checkoffs: He's got a… Continue reading It’s Fairytale Time…
Five Year Plan…
In a job interview. "Where do you see yourself in five years?" What flashes through my head: On the beach in St. Barths, thin enough to be wearing a bathing suit with the wispiest of coverups, Pina Colada at the ready, flanked by a blue-eyed semi-stranger. What comes out my mouth: A spiel about love… Continue reading Five Year Plan…
Cancer Girls Unite…
There's a new cancer girl in town. Well, she's in Vegas, close enough. Regardless of where she is, you want this badass chick on your "Help Me Get Through This" team. I stumble upon Elly Brown as Sunday morning political show frustration reaches a peak and yelling at the TV is scaring the cats. The… Continue reading Cancer Girls Unite…
Time For A Beach Read…
Isn't it time for a beach read? I know--there was no book last month. I could say I didn't read. Truth is, I struggled for five weeks to get through that plodding mess about a wedding. A writer with a heart, I won't go after the book. Just advice on the side: if you must… Continue reading Time For A Beach Read…
She Just Keeps On Giving…
"Basically, my radiation ate your thyroid." It's the radiation oncologist. "Actually, it usually happens before now." Cancer...she just keeps on giving. Do I cheer mine lasted longer under the radiative onslaught that devours female thyroids? Can we get a hip-hip? Actually, I'm happy with the news. As all the cancer girls know, when something is… Continue reading She Just Keeps On Giving…
Do It In A Day Book Club…
I read this book in a day. Do we need to say more about this month's Duchess Dolls Book Club offering? No kidding, The plan was to sit for a few minutes with a cup of coffee. By sundown I had left the chair only to use the rest room--to freshen my lipstick of course.… Continue reading Do It In A Day Book Club…
The Duchess Diaries 