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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Style

Vanishing Waist-land

Last weekend, for the first time in five months, I treated myself to an all-day shopping excursion. I bought shoes and makeup and jewelry, so I was a happy girl.  But I was also on a mission for some practical stuff. I have at least thirty sweaters and a dozen white camisoles, (“I’m Sticking With It“) so I’m …

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Mentionables

I figure I can squeeze one more post out of my nephew’s wedding. And “squeeze” is definitely the right word –  my subject is Shapewear. Shapewear used to be called girdles. I am old enough to remember girdles. When I was fourteen, they were the only way to keep my stockings up.  They didn’t have …

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Bad Hair Years

I had a bad hair day yesterday. I went to my nephew’s wedding. And no, I didn’t wear the fringed slip. But I did wear a low cut, tight black dress, and danced “Shout” with abandon. But my hair — not so hot. My bangs, which often torment me with a life of their own, …

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Not Picky, Just Discriminating

This is the bravest post I’ve published so far. Because I am displaying eight (!) photos of myself, all unflattering. In none of these photos am I the oh-so-young looking, semi-adorable sixty-year-old.  No, I’m just your average sixty-year-old.  Way too average. But in my defense, I was just out running errands with my husband. It’s …

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Oh, Dear. I’m June Cleaver.

This past weekend we had company.  My husband’s cousin and his wife spent a few nights. Folks don’t stay over much.  We live out in the country,and most of our friends and relatives think we are somewhere north of Vladivostok. (actually, it’s Connecticut.) But we had a family wedding. Our houseguests’ daughter was getting married …

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How To Be Old

I’m normally not much of a concert-goer.  I don’t like crowds and I don’t like crowded parking lots, and I especially don’t like crowded ladies’ rooms.  I put up with all of the above for the love of my life, James Taylor.  Everyone else, not so much. Recently, however, I went to two concerts in …

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Steppin’ Out With My Baby (Toes)

(Note:  About two months ago, I read a blog about feet, and ever since, I’ve been worried about mine.  I looked for that blog again, but I can’t seem to find it.  So if those were your original feet – this is dedicated to you.) Some of my body parts have held up rather well …

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The Code

About a year ago, my co-workers commented on a particularly stunning outfit I happened to be wearing. We have no dress code at my office.  We are exceptionally casual.  So my stunning outfit consisted of jeans, black top with empire waist, floral sweater in black, gray and white. Of this group of co-worker friends, I …

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I Look at Clouds From Both Sides Now

Yesterday, I went to the ophthalmologist (gee, that’s a weird spelling, but that’s what spell-check says and I believe that little spelling-bee guy inside my laptop). I have had this eye problem for a couple of weeks.  “Floaters,” they’re called, and lots of people have them.  But my floaters are taking over my left eye.  …

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Gullible’s Travails

I am a marketer’s dream. Cream that evaporates my wrinkles.  Absolutely. Conditioner that makes my hair thick.  Yes, I believe. Teeth Whiteners, Lip Plumpers, Toe Straighteners (don’t ask; I need them), Nail Growers.   Oh, please, let me try some.  Here’s my money. And now I’ve hit the pinnacle.  Or maybe not.  Maybe there is even …

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