Category Archives: Style
I’m Stickin’ With It
Another rerun while I play hooky… ****** I’ve heard it said that when you find a style that suits you, you should stick with it. I’m not sure who said that – it was definitely not one of my mother’s pearls – but if I had to wager a guess, I’d say: Liza Minnelli Over …
Skinny, But Not Too Skinny
Back in November, I went to The City (New York City, of course; we just call it The City in Connecticut – we’re that cool) and discovered that I had slipped off the fashion treadmill. I was still wearing boot-cut jeans when everyone had gone to skinny jeans tucked into tall boots (“Country Mouse“). This only …
Out Of This World
A few months ago, I expressed my suspicion that my husband might be an alien. He ate his turkey soup with a fork. And when I questioned him, he explained that he ALWAYS ate the ‘stuff’ out of the soup first with his fork, and then used his spoon for the broth. ALWAYS. But in …
I’m Finally Ready
In the winter of my junior year of college, the brief phenomenon known as Streaking streaked through our campus. Boys in thick work boots and wool hats and nothing else ran by the women’s dorms every evening. One night, a dozen boys staged a relay. We watched from our windows as they ran by in one-minute …
Scarfing Through The Years
Yeah, there’s another definition of scarfing, and I’ve certainly done my share of that through the years too. But this is about literal scarfing. My First Scarf: Back when I was dancing to Annette Funicello records, I had a little Annette scarf tied around my neck. I felt awkward with this scarf. It didn’t serve …
Not Quite Paris
I may live in – as my husband so delicately puts it – East Bumf**k, but I am one of the most sophisticated BumF**kers in town. I say this despite the fact that I missed the trend change from bootcut to skinny jeans. I was only a little late getting hip with the latest style. …
But My Ankles Look Slim.
Last month when I spent the day in New York City, I found that my beloved boot-cut jeans were out of fashion, and everyone was wearing skinny jeans tucked into boots (“Country Mouse“). I always buy Christmas presents for myself. And guess what? I always seem to pick out just the perfect gift for me. It’s …
I’m a Good Tipper
Because I have a pile of presents to wrap, and a tree with lights but no decorations, it’s time for the Holiday Re-Run. Here’s a post from way back when I first started to blog (a whole five months ago) and had few readers. But I liked this one, so I am giving it …
Not Quite Fourteen
Last week I heard someone say, “Oh no! I’ve become my mother!” Well, I HAVE become my mother. And I couldn’t be happier. Becoming my mother has always been my goal. She’s smart, sweet, pretty, and best of all, funny. And the more I’m like her, the more I like myself too. Except for one tiny …
Country Mouse
When I went on my big shopping excursion last week (which I have decided to call The Week of the Purple Cords), I was surprised that my favorite store didn’t have what I was looking for. I will call this store Merlins, because I am not a paid endorser. (Although I could be… So if …
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