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The Wiggles

Two months ago my Zumba teacher surprised us. She turned on the music and tied on a coin scarf. You know what I mean:  the scarf that belly dancers wear around their hips – the kind with coins or bells that jangle when they swing their hips. I thought it was odd – even a …

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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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The Big Reveal

I’m going to deviate from my normal format –  Silly Vanity, and venture into Serious Vanity. For more than a year, I’ve been sharing my desperate attempts to be young, and six months ago, I decided on how much younger I wanted to be. I decided to be forty-six. I figured that subtracting fifteen years …

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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 …

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Is There A Pattern Here?

I love patterns. I don’t mean patterns as in stripes and polka dots. Although come to think of it, there’s nothing that can cheer me up like a pretty floral cardigan. No, in this case I mean patterns as in pleasing structured compositions. Relationship. Order. I feel great when kids walk in pairs. Even better …

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Icon Anguish

You may think that Fashionistas live a carefree and superficial existence, breezing through their days thinking of nothing but the next pair of skinny jeans. But now that I have chosen Fashion Icon as my vocation, I have found that it can be a difficult and stressful life. I don’t wish to frighten anyone who is …

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Niagara Falls, Part Two

Back in the early 80s, I took an aerobics class at a local storefront fitness center. It was women only, so we weren’t trying to impress any Hans and Franz dudes. But it didn’t stop us from being adorable. This is me in 1983 in my favorite aerobics outfit. Yeah, you’re looking at a high-cut …

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Do These Yoga Pants Make My Asana Look Fat?

I’ve added another Zumba class to my Yoga/Zumba workout. Which means I’ve also added an additional sweaty day. So I figure it’s time for buy another fitness outfit. I won’t have to do laundry during the week. And besides, it’s very motivating. Sometimes the only reason I go to the gym is because I get to …

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Zumba Babe

So we’re watching TV a few nights ago, and a commercial comes on for Zumba DVDs. There’s a really hot babe – she’s sweating like someone poured a Flashdance bucket on her. She’s what they used to call ‘scantily clad’. And she’s thrusting her lady parts like her joints are lubricated with… um… lubricant. By …

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Vacation Plans

This week,Coming East wrote about her “Anti-Bucket List” – about all the things she would never want to do. The first thing that popped into my head was that I didn’t want to eat any bugs. Because I don’t care to ingest insects, I guess I would not be a very good candidate for “Survivor”. I …

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