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Nancy Roman

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Will I Ever Listen?

Will I ever listen – To myself? I give lots and lots of advice. I am always writing about stuff that you should do or not do. Stuff to make you feel better or at least not feel so bad. Stuff to help you through difficult times or to enjoy sweet times. I’m very good …

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Another Amazing Day

I am trying very hard not to freak out (at best) or have a total mental collapse (at worst) over the state of our country. I worry. I want everything to work out. I feel powerless. I do a little in the political realm, but not much. Because I fear an impending total mental collapse …

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Einstein Boating

  A question – amongst all the questions I ask myself in my so-called older years: What is worth spending money on? Do I really want new clothes when I have drawers and drawers of clothes? Well, yes, of course I do. But how much will more sweaters add to my happiness in my twilight …

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Unfair!

Last week was Goldie Hawn’s 70th birthday. I’m about a medium when it comes to celebrity infatuation. I’m not overly obsessed with the famous, but I am not above enjoying People magazine in the doctor’s office. I like Goldie Hawn. She always had a unique look, and seemed to accept herself just as is. She …

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Not Guilty Pleasure, Just Guilty

The Guilty Pleasures I recently confessed to are harmless enough… just a lapse of taste rather than judgment. But we all do some things where our normal good conduct goes slightly awry. And confession is good for the soul. So let me confess to some slightly less than perfect behaviors:   Guilt Relief In Thirty …

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Looking Good

The other day I was getting ready for work, and my hair and makeup came out especially nice – very rare indeed. And I loved what I was wearing, which was just a black v-neck long-sleeved tee (but that’s my favorite thing to wear with jeans). So after I made the bed, I documented my …

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The Beauty Pageant

Okay, I have admitted that I was not a beautiful child. I have also admitted more than once that I was an extremely late bloomer – like at sixty. So from those two facts, you might be able to deduce that my thirties were not quite stellar.  I was better than homely but a far …

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Never Mind

So I no sooner finish bitching  remarking about a couple of ways in which my body is letting me down, when I find I have to backtrack just a teensy bit. As I reported, my skin is dry, but my eyelids are greasy. I can’t get eyeshadow to stay put. And as I also reported, …

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I’m Going Small

In 2012, my New Year’s Resolutions were BIG!   I never realized how successful I could be just through visualization (and a creative definition of success). So this year I thought I would tackle even bigger challenges – by selecting those teeny tiny adorably quirky habits (some – like a person I am related to …

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You Can’t Take It With You

It’s time for my husband and I to go on a little vacation. Everyone looks forward to vacation. Everyone but us. My husband and I are not good travelers. We hate leaving our precious things. My husband hates to leave his garden. And his kitties: But we do need to get away for a bit. …

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