Category Archives: Style
The Popular Table, Part 2
In the summer of 1969 – the summer between high school and college – there occurred an event so enormous it changed my life forever. I know what you are thinking – Apollo 11 – the moon landing! The triumph of science and exploration! Umm. No. Woodstock! I wasn’t there. In fact, I was so …
The Popular Table, Part 1
I had excellent friends in high school. They were smart and funny and generous. We went to basketball games, and talked about boys, and complained about parents. We sat at the same lunch table every day and laughed and cried over our tunafish sandwiches. But still, there was this tiny disloyal part of me that …
I’m Taking It As A Compliment
I’m a late bloomer. Like really late. I was a cute kid, but in a weird-looking half-elf/half-orphan-from-Ellis-Island sort of cute. No one would have wanted to cast me in a commercial, although I was hankering strongly to be in one. “I can do that,” I said to my mother. “I can eat Wonder Bread. I …
Not Mad As Hell
But definitely peeved as all get out. Does anyone even used the term “all get out” anymore? If not, then THAT peeves me too. I have had a very peevish week. It started last Saturday. I ran into Target to buy the Easter equivalent of stocking-stuffers for the little ones in my family. I knew …
Buy Me Flowers
Lest you think that my fashion-plateness (platedom, platability?) is a recent avocation, let me present to you little Nancy – Easter Sunday, 1958: Not only do I have a stylish pink dress with matching coat, I have a new Easter bonnet, white gloves, patent leather shoes with matching purse, and a corsage. (And Daddy’s face.) …
Yoga Porn
I may be known – (okay … famous) for spending too much on jeans and purses and haircuts. But I just can’t shell out a lot of money for exercise clothes. It’s not that I don’t want to look hot during hot yoga. But sweating into expensive duds just goes against my all my fashion …
Please Don’t Come Back – Part Two
Last Spring I had the honor and infamy to be Freshly Pressed when I posted a picture of myself from 1977. (Please Don’t Come Back) I had an unshakable sense of style, but unfortunately, 1977 styles were quite shaky. I didn’t think I was overly brave publishing that horrible picture. If a hundred or so people …
New York Fashion Report
Well, I went to New York City this week, and as your fashion correspondent from East Bumf**k, let me reassure you that skinny jeans are still in style. It was good news for me, at least, because I only recently invested in a few pair. And I’d like to think I can wear them at …
Wastin’ Time
“I’m just sittin’ on the dock of EBay…. Wastin’ Time…” Well, not exactly. But close. For the last month, I have become addicted to something other than blogging. It all started with Pinterest. I couldn’t imagine what anyone would use this for. Then while browsing on a shopping site, I saw a sweater I kind …
Peau De Quoi?
I am more than willing to try anything that will make me look younger. I will stand in line. I will pay pretty big bucks. But – although I am often a beauty-fool – there is a little tiny piece of my brain (located right near the place that makes me wash the plastic forks) …
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