Tag Archives: middle-aged
Child Prodigy
By now I am sure you are wondering: How in the world did Nancy acquire her unerring fashion sense? Well, I don’t want to discourage you if you aspire to my ‘chic-ness’ – but the truth is: I was born this way. Why, I remember lying in my crib, watching my sweet old auntie (whose …
Life’s Stupid Paradox
Friday night we went out for our bimonthly treat – kiddie-size low-fat frozen yogurt (We are SO good). We were sitting in the car with our minuscule snack listening to the Grand Ole Opry. (Don’t even ask – let’s just say my husband has a serious Sirius issue.) Little Jimmy Dickens told the same joke he’s been …
Practice, Practice, Practice
You know the old joke – The tourist asks the New Yorker: “How do you get to Carnegie Hall?” “Practice, Practice, Practice.” Well, I’ve been practicing all right. This is my 200th blog. I started fourteen months ago with a two-paragraph post about bathing suits, and I’ve been writing about bathing suits and other weirdnesses …
Renaissance Woman
For a little girl who thought culture came from the tin-foiled rabbit ears on the big Sylvania TV – after all, Ed Sullivan had ballet dancers as well as Topo Gigio – I somehow acquired fabulous Class. I’ve now been to the ballet. (It was just like The Ed Sullivan Show, although no one spinned …
Fountain Leaks
My Fountain of Youth has sprung a few leaks. Since I decided that I would be forty-six instead of sixty-one, most everything has been going pretty well. My hair is blonder and longer. I’m slimmer and fitter – what with zumba-ing my ass off, and yoga-ing off those flabby wings that my upper arms used …
I’m Younger Than That Now
When I first decided to get healthy – exercising more and eating right – my husband was a bit perturbed. He wasn’t too happy about how much time I spent at the gym, and he was even less enthused about the amount of snacks in the pantry. “You trying to be forty is going to make me …
Maybe Next Year
I told my husband about my dream – the one where he tells me I should buy a bikini. He said, “Of course you would look great in a bikini.” Which was 1. Sweet. 2. Required. And last week we took a micro-vacation – two days and one night in Newport, Rhode Island. The first …
Taking My Own Advice
It’s time. Time to go to the beach. In my bathing suit. Saturday was hot and clear, and so my husband and I got up early. I blew off my Zumba class and put on my new bathing suit. (This is tricky -I need the class in order to wear the swimsuit, but if I …
Swimsuits. Seriously.
I described my last post – Sharing Swimsuit Secrets – as serious. But as usual, it was silly. However, I do have something serious I want to say on the subject. There will be silly stuff in here – I can’t help myself – but actually, this is one of the most earnest little essays …
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