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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Beauty

Lashing Out

So this week’s beauty obsession is EYELASHES. About ten days ago I was watching some interview with some football player and he had EYELASHES.  This ridiculously large brute had the eyelashes I have longed for all my life. They were long, dark, thick, curly –  they actually threw shadows on his cheekbones – a la …

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Rapunzel – The Mature Version

It was August of 1965, and I was about to start high school. This called for a significant style change.  I was more than ready to leave behind the grammar school uniforms and pick up the makeup. I remember sitting on a blanket at Burr Pond (a nearby park) with my Aunt Pat. Aunt Pat was …

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Dimples

Last night’s waitress brought back a memory from over 50 years ago. She had a wondrous set. Of Dimples. I was around ten years old when it finally dawned on me that I might not actually be the most beautiful child that had ever appeared on the planet. I had an inkling of that reality …

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Un-Dorsed

In my obsession with youth, I write a lot about beauty products. I am willing to try just about any cream, lotion, oil – my favorite youthenizer is always giving way to my next favorite youthenizer. And then there’s makeup  –  I love primer, foundation, concealer, highlighter, blush, bronzer, eyeliner, shadow, powder. And lipgloss, lipstick, …

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Child Prodigy

By now I am sure you are wondering: How in the world did Nancy acquire her unerring fashion sense? Well, I don’t want to discourage you if you aspire to my ‘chic-ness’  – but the truth is: I was born this way. Why, I remember lying in my crib, watching my sweet old auntie (whose …

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The Big Reveal

I’m going to deviate from my normal format –  Silly Vanity, and venture into Serious Vanity. For more than a year, I’ve been sharing my desperate attempts to be young, and six months ago, I decided on how much younger I wanted to be. I decided to be forty-six. I figured that subtracting fifteen years …

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Practice, Practice, Practice

You know the old joke – The tourist asks the New Yorker: “How do you get to Carnegie Hall?” “Practice, Practice, Practice.” Well, I’ve been practicing all right. This is my 200th blog. I started fourteen months ago with a two-paragraph post about bathing suits, and I’ve been writing about bathing suits and other weirdnesses …

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Your New Hues

Because I am addicted to Fashion  – and because I get a ton of junk emails just loaded with useless information –I have the scoop on the hot colors for this autumn. The hottest of the hot is Burnt Orange.  (Yup, Burnt is hot).  This year it is softer and ‘dustier’ than last year’s orange. …

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Fountain Leaks

My Fountain of Youth has sprung a few leaks. Since I decided that I would be forty-six instead of sixty-one, most everything has been going pretty well. My hair is blonder and longer. I’m slimmer and fitter –  what with zumba-ing my ass off, and yoga-ing off those flabby wings that my upper arms used …

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I’m Younger Than That Now

When I first decided to get healthy – exercising more and eating right – my husband was a bit perturbed. He wasn’t too happy about how much time I spent at the gym, and he was even less enthused about the amount of snacks in the pantry. “You trying to be forty is going to make me …

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