Category Archives: Style
They Obviously Asked The Wrong People
The response to my bikini dilemma was overwhelming. Just about everyone encouraged me to go for it. But as enthusiastic as you were, I figured I should seek a professional opinion too. So I did a search – “How old is too old for a bikini?” And I found an article that puts age limits …
Maybe Next Year
I told my husband about my dream – the one where he tells me I should buy a bikini. He said, “Of course you would look great in a bikini.” Which was 1. Sweet. 2. Required. And last week we took a micro-vacation – two days and one night in Newport, Rhode Island. The first …
Knee-Knockin’
I was a really skinny kid. My knees were the biggest part of me. Big bony joints set in the middle of some weird twigs. It doesn’t matter so much when you are eight. Everybody’s knees are scabby wonderlands anyway. Miniskirts were popular when I was in high school in the sixties. I was still …
Closet Miracles
God wants me to have lots and lots of clothes. He has proven this to me repeatedly. (I am tempted to say ‘She’ when I refer to God, especially as related to fashion. But I know better. I have been certain for a long time that God is male. How do I know? Periods. Let’s …
Swimsuits. Seriously.
I described my last post – Sharing Swimsuit Secrets – as serious. But as usual, it was silly. However, I do have something serious I want to say on the subject. There will be silly stuff in here – I can’t help myself – but actually, this is one of the most earnest little essays …
Shhh…I’m Sharing Secrets For Successful Swimsuit Shopping
And I sell seashells by the seashore. But seriously; this is serious stuff. Shopping can be fun. Bathing suit shopping – not so much. That’s why I haven’t shopped for a new swimsuit for six years. So imagine my surprise that I have just endured this process and I am still partially sane. And I am generously …
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 …
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