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Nancy Roman

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Order Today!

My email and snail mail are full of birthday cards – all from vendors trying to get me to shop for my birthday. Which isn’t difficult to do, but I do appreciate the discounts. Most appropriate for my birthday is a catalog I received for the first time this week. I’m not sure how I …

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Corporal Mysteries

This is not a “Whatever happened to Max Klinger?” type of Corporal Mystery. No, this is Corporal in the sense of “What the heck is going on with my body?” As I come within a week of turning sixty-two, it has occurred to me that in many ways my body is still an enigma to …

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Peau De Quoi?

I am more than willing to try anything that will make me look younger. I will stand in line. I will pay pretty big bucks. But – although I am often a beauty-fool – there is a little tiny piece of my brain (located right near the place that makes me wash the plastic forks) …

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Dear John:

It’s over. I’m so sorry. I thought it would last forever. And it almost did. Eight years. Eight years is nearly forever in the fashion world. I thought it was Love. But it was merely Infatuation. You saw me through my big career phase, my semi-retirement phase, and for the last several years, my littler …

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The Evil Trickster

After twenty-two years of loyal service, our precious scale died just before Christmas.  It stayed the loving companion to the end – expiring with the sweetest gesture a scale has ever delivered.  With its last dying breath, it said I weighed 87 pounds. My husband buried it in the cellar – because he can’t throw …

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I Hope He Kept The Receipt

My husband and I are having the BEST disagreement EVER! My sweet and exasperating husband has a tendency to go a little overboard sometimes.  Which drives me crazy when it is dicing vegetables or watering the plants. When it is buying me presents – well –  I can tolerate it. This year he outdid himself.  …

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Lashing Out

So this week’s beauty obsession is EYELASHES. About ten days ago I was watching some interview with some football player and he had EYELASHES.  This ridiculously large brute had the eyelashes I have longed for all my life. They were long, dark, thick, curly –  they actually threw shadows on his cheekbones – a la …

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I Love Him. I Love Him Not.

Recently on a friend’s blog, I commented about romance. To those people still hoping to find everlasting love I gave this advice: “Don’t expect perfection. After many years of marriage, I still love my husband very much – but NOT EVERY MINUTE.” Friday was our twenty-first wedding anniversary. And even on that special, happy day, …

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Rapunzel – The Mature Version

It was August of 1965, and I was about to start high school. This called for a significant style change.  I was more than ready to leave behind the grammar school uniforms and pick up the makeup. I remember sitting on a blanket at Burr Pond (a nearby park) with my Aunt Pat. Aunt Pat was …

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Un-Dorsed

In my obsession with youth, I write a lot about beauty products. I am willing to try just about any cream, lotion, oil – my favorite youthenizer is always giving way to my next favorite youthenizer. And then there’s makeup  –  I love primer, foundation, concealer, highlighter, blush, bronzer, eyeliner, shadow, powder. And lipgloss, lipstick, …

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