Tag Archives: Aging
I Solve Life’s Neurological Mystery
I’m sure by now everyone realizes that my husband does not read my blog. I love him very much, but I also love the freedom to laugh at his craziness, or wonder about his mysteries. This is a mystery blog. My husband is not neat. Mostly because he has an impenetrable belief that he should save …
Marital Harmony
As I’ve previously complained mentioned, my husband and I do not share the same taste in music. I love James Taylor. He loves The Beach Boys. Mention classical music, and I think Debussy. He thinks Gene Autry. Sexy mood? I’m all Marvin Gaye; he’s Elvis. We go to a wedding, and I’m hoping for “Mony …
Move Over, Sue Ellen
Now that I have my blonde highlights, I figured I would go out and buy yet MORE new makeup. After all, now I’m a blonde (sort of), and so I might need slightly different shades. Although my favorite makeup arena is the drugstore aisle, I treated myself to a trip to Sephora. Sephora lets you …
When Training Backfires
When it comes to understanding women, my husband is a slow learner. For instance: He doesn’t ‘get’ hair. When we first met, more than twenty years ago, he actually thought that women liked their hair. He believed all that ‘crowning glory’ crap. He thought waist-length hair was pretty on every woman. He thought women didn’t …
Multiple Choice
I’m all for choice. I like web sites that show you five ways to wear a white shirt. Or the top six lipsticks. Or the ten best books ever written. I can even go for the six best lipsticks to wear while reading the ten best novels. But some sites are getting a little carried …
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 …
My Beauty Advisor
When you’re a girly-girl, it doesn’t stop when you reach a certain age. I love makeup just as much as I did when I was twelve and bought my first Pink Cameo lipstick. Makeup holds so much promise. The next foundation might make me glow. The right eyeliner can turn me into Elizabeth Taylor (or …
The Ultimate Youthful Accessory
When I was a little girl, my parents had good friends who had a very pretty daughter. Carolyn was about nine years older than me, and so very mysterious. My sisters were a little older than me, but there was no mystery there – they were just slightly more obnoxious versions of me. And they …
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