Category Archives: Beauty
Above Average
Things got a little wormy –as in, ‘opening a can of’ ‘ — last week. I wrote about my friend’s experience while shopping. She wanted to try on a dress that another woman was holding, and the rude woman informed my friend, “It’s a six – Not a sixteen!” I was appalled that someone could …
Winning Lizzie
A few days ago, I asked for your interpretive suggestions for my cryptic note, “Lizzie Borden Mugshot”. You certainly had some creative ideas – none of which reminded me of what I meant when I wrote those words. It appears I have permanent Lizzie amnesia. However, you did prove to me that you all know …
Move Over, Sue Ellen
Now that I have my blonde highlights, I figured I would go out and buy yet MORE new makeup. After all, now I’m a blonde (sort of), and so I might need slightly different shades. Although my favorite makeup arena is the drugstore aisle, I treated myself to a trip to Sephora. Sephora lets you …
When Training Backfires
When it comes to understanding women, my husband is a slow learner. For instance: He doesn’t ‘get’ hair. When we first met, more than twenty years ago, he actually thought that women liked their hair. He believed all that ‘crowning glory’ crap. He thought waist-length hair was pretty on every woman. He thought women didn’t …
Multiple Choice
I’m all for choice. I like web sites that show you five ways to wear a white shirt. Or the top six lipsticks. Or the ten best books ever written. I can even go for the six best lipsticks to wear while reading the ten best novels. But some sites are getting a little carried …
My Beauty Advisor
When you’re a girly-girl, it doesn’t stop when you reach a certain age. I love makeup just as much as I did when I was twelve and bought my first Pink Cameo lipstick. Makeup holds so much promise. The next foundation might make me glow. The right eyeliner can turn me into Elizabeth Taylor (or …
Out Of This World
A few months ago, I expressed my suspicion that my husband might be an alien. He ate his turkey soup with a fork. And when I questioned him, he explained that he ALWAYS ate the ‘stuff’ out of the soup first with his fork, and then used his spoon for the broth. ALWAYS. But in …
I’m Finally Ready
In the winter of my junior year of college, the brief phenomenon known as Streaking streaked through our campus. Boys in thick work boots and wool hats and nothing else ran by the women’s dorms every evening. One night, a dozen boys staged a relay. We watched from our windows as they ran by in one-minute …
A Tasteless, Yet Gratifying, Tale
Somewhere around my fifth year of college, I rediscovered my shyness. Inexplicably, I felt thirteen again. Awkward, unattractive, tongue-tied. I stopped dating. I forgot how to flirt. It was a phase. It lasted ten years. When I hit thirty, I figured it was time to do more than work and go to school. So I …
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