Category Archives: Fashion
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 …
When Did That Happen?
One of my Dad’s favorite expressions was “You must have been hiding behind the barn when the brains got handed out.” I never really understood why someone would hide in order to avoid brains. But I got the point. I always seemed to miss something important. I knew by the age of fifteen that …
Know-It-All
Being the Smartypants that I am, I can’t help offering my helpful help. I have a vast amount of knowledge. Okay. A vast amount of opinions. And I am just bursting to share them. Some of my advice is based on actual experience. And some of my advice is based on no experience at all. …
Perfectly Dirty
As I’ve written before, every day helpful emails jump into my inbox, offering assistance in the most important facets of my life. If I had to categorize them, they’d look something like this: HELPFUL EMAILS BY TYPE The sex emails – though plentiful – I usually ignore. I would much rather read about makeup than …
