Category Archives: Beauty
Not Picky, Just Discriminating
This is the bravest post I’ve published so far. Because I am displaying eight (!) photos of myself, all unflattering. In none of these photos am I the oh-so-young looking, semi-adorable sixty-year-old. No, I’m just your average sixty-year-old. Way too average. But in my defense, I was just out running errands with my husband. It’s …
Don’t Laugh. (Or Blink.)
I am on a quest. Well, several, really. I am a seeker of knowledge,of love, of joy. And, of beauty. My heart warms at a sunset, a lovely photograph, or a baby’s smile. Flowers lift my spirit. A cello can make me cry. And since I was a little girl, I have sought personal beauty …
Skin
I earned an honorable mention in a local art contest when I was twelve. And it infuriated me. I was in seventh grade, and one day in art class, I drew a picture of a Spanish senorita. It wasn’t original; I copied from a picture I saw in a magazine. It looked something like this: …
Sixty Is The New Thirty-Seven
This is my Great-Grandma’s (Meme’s) family. The photo was taken on Meme’s 80th birthday in 1951, the year I was born. There’s a photo somewhere of her in that same chair with me in her arms. But it’s this photo that fascinates me. Standing around Meme are her children. That’s my Grandma on the far …
Just Browsing
No gray hair for me. I’ve taken care of that issue for years. I’m a nice golden brown color, and I’m staying that way for the next ten years at least. But what is up with my EYEBROWS? My eyebrows have always looked like this: They have an okay shape, as long as I do …
I’m a Good Tipper
DEAR HAIRDRESSER: Before you start, I’d like to share with you just a couple of my little “issues”: My face is really round. My eyes are close together. My eyebrows are going gray. I have a short neck, but an extra chin. My lips are too thin. I’m very pale. Except when I’m tan. My …
The History of Lipstick, Chapter 60
Continuing the History of Lipstick, I’ve glossed over (pun intended) Chapters 2-59. Here are a few of the chapters you have missed: Good Color, Bad Taste Tastes Great, Weird Color Moisturizing – Like Chalk Perfumed Enough for Pepe Le Pieu – And Right Under My Nose Cracks Under Pressure Gone in Sixty Seconds A Pink-To-Purple …
The History Of Lipstick, Chapter One
I wore lipstick on Easter Sunday, 1963. I was twelve. In 1963, twelve was young for lipstick. None of my classmates were allowed. Only the grown-up girls. The eighth graders. But that was the point. I had older sisters. I needed to be a teenager long before I was one. My lipstick was pink. “Pink …
Old Lady Stuff I Like
On my post, Not Quite Old Enough For This, I listed lots of Old Lady stuff that gives me the Old Lady shingles – sandals with pantyhose, rainbonnets, etc. However, I confess an affection for some truly Old Lady accoutrements: Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamonds Cologne My husband gave me this for Christmas about five years …
Not Quite Old Enough For This
I have accepted the fact that I am just too old for some things: Miniskirts Bikinis Body Glitter Visible bra straps Polka-dot manicures Bare midriffs Thigh high boots Pigtails (which I would never wear anyway) Navel piercing (which I would SO do, if I were twenty-five again) It is with regret that I say goodbye …
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