Category Archives: Style
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 …
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! …
The Printer’s Devil
My husband took another shortcut the other day. He is notorious (to me) for taking shortcuts that are anything but. He once took a shortcut that added about forty-nine minutes to our drive home. (not that I was counting). I thought at one point I saw a sign that said “Welcome to Vermont.” Usually I …
While We’re At It
Most people agreed with me when I said that we should all pay more compliments. There are opportunities every day to pay someone a sincere compliment. And we shouldn’t let those opportunities pass by. It’s so easy to make someone’s day. So speaking of making someone’s day, how about you? Shouldn’t you be paying yourself …
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 …
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 …
Shouldn’t I Have This? ………… Shouldn’t I Have All Of This?
I want to live in a little house with a big porch on the seashore. I want to live in an apartment in New York City with a geranium on the fire escape. I want crisp white sheets and gingham curtains. I want gilded mirrors and french porcelain. I want rack of lamb with frilly …
One Size Fits All
It’s no secret – (because I have no secrets – I’ve written 256 posts over the last two years; there is no detail of my life not in print) – that I like big girl underpants. High in the waist and low on the legs – the kind that make me look like I am …
New York Report
Last week I went into The City (yup, that’s what we call in out here in East BumF**k) with a friend to see a Broadway play. We saw “Motown: The Musical”. I love Motown. I loved Motown even before I loved The Beatles. The music in this show was spectacular – although sometimes it …
I Get To Be A Princess
A couple of months ago, I reminisced about being eight years old and wanting to be Miss America. (When Nineteen Was Far Away.) I wanted to wear a gown and a tiara, and I thought that just maybe 2013 might be my year. And I was right! Last week my grand-niece (or is it great-niece? …
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