Category Archives: Fashion
Close Enough
Yesterday I went shopping. My husband came with me. This is not my preferred method of shopping. I like to shop alone. I like to take my time looking, trying on, comparing. I may return to the same store an hour later and try on an outfit again. This is my right. I don’t take …
Age-Appropriate
I noticed over the last year or so that my favorite catalogs have changed. Or perhaps I have. There are two retailers in particular where I used to buy almost all my clothes. They were stylish but age-appropriate. What I used to call “Classic with a side of Funk.” But I have been gradually and …
Slimmer In Seconds
(A repeat from last year – now that Beach Season is here.) Thank Goodness! My first trip to the beach this year was somewhat traumatic. But my next trip is going to be perfect. Because SELF.com just sent me the most fantastic beach tips: “How To Fake Slimmer In Seconds!” And it’s so easy! …
Dolman Sleeve Peeve
You know what’s my pet peeve? The expression ‘Pet Peeve’. How can a peeve be a pet? A pet is something darling, something cherished. Of course, I have known a few pets (not one of mine, of course) who were pretty obnoxious. Maybe those are the pets being peevers. I am easy to please. I …
Style Rules (According To Me)
I have a few opinions. Some who know me might be saying “No kidding” under their breaths. That’s okay. I’m not hurt. They do know me. And they appreciate all my helpful advice. I’m quite sure. So here’s some of my indubitable (I love that word – my maiden name is Dube) opinions on style …
Take THAT, Sixty-Three!
Ever since I started blogging, I have posted a new photo on my birthday. In defiance, I suppose. This year is no exception. My husband and I went shopping at this enormous (220 stores) premium outlet. I did have to make a tiny concession to my age, in that we visited ten stores out of …
It’s A Sign
It started just before Christmas. I was driving home after work, and as I looked in my rear-view mirror. I saw Santa Claus. Actually, I saw a big cardboard cut-out of Santa perched on the chimney of the house behind me. I wonder how they got that up there? I thought. And I took another …
Smug Has A Short Lifespan
Oh, I have been amazing lately in Zumba. My hips almost sway; my shoulders almost don’t look tense; my breasts almost shimmy; my teeth almost unclench. I’m almost there. So I strutted into class tonight full of almost self-confidence. And there was someone in my spot. My spot. That place on the floor where I always …
Genius or Idiot? You Decide.
This is the time of year when my fingernails get as brittle as the dead maples leaves. Luckily, they do not fall off like the leaves on our New England trees. But they snap and break like the dried-up twigs I’m stepping on. Housework this weekend broke eight out of ten fingernails. You’d think I’d …
notquiteold 