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I’m Probably A Sociopath: Exhibit A
If there’s an enzyme that regulates concern for how one is perceived by the general public, my levels are dangerously low. Add that to my tendency to choose a logical (to me) solution despite the...
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Not Dressed Up And No Place To Go
This week, I did the annual dusting of my dress-up clothes. I may have mentioned in an earlier post that I hate dressing up. Thanks to benevolent fortune and my own avoidance tactics, these days I...
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Suitably Embarrassed
A while ago Carrie Rubin posted “My Closet Has Skeletons – Literally”, in which she offered blog awards to those brave enough to post photos of their own closet-cleanout detritus. I can’t resist the...
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Hair Today…
The other day I was cutting my husband’s hair when a memory made me smile. Since it seems to make him unaccountably nervous when I smile for no apparent reason while wielding sharp objects close to...
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A Nudie Pic From My Sordid Past
All the major celebrities have nude pictures lurking somewhere in their past. They pretend to be embarrassed about them, but in fact it’s a clever marketing ploy to drum up some sensational news...
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I’m Such A Fashionista
Off to the mall with friends today, and the best part is: I don’t need anything! I plan to buy nothing but food and drink. I think we can all be thankful for that…
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And That Was My Week
The week after I finish a book is always interesting. During the final stages, I’m so immersed in writing that everything else just… goes away. Including my brain. And it hasn’t come back yet. I...
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Stop The Fashion Presses!
I wrote this very late last night and I wasn’t quite sober at the time. Consider yourselves warned… I’m taking a semi-vacation this week, and I’ve left the writing of this draft to the last possible...
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Mactac, Mullets, and Manure
Anybody remember the Mactac of the 60s and 70s? Maybe you knew it by another name, but it was all the same thing: adhesive-backed vinyl printed with colourful graphics. I suspect that people with...
View ArticleIt’s Baaaack…
For years my friends have teased me about wearing a waist pouch, and with good reason. Whether you call it a fanny pack (Canada and the United States), bumbag (UK), belly bag (Germany), or banana bag...
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It’s A Fine Line…
I’ve mentioned on several occasions that fashion is not exactly… okay, fine; just not… my thing. But every now and then I get a niggling feeling that maybe I should try a little harder. It usually...
View ArticleA(nother) Sticky Situation
Unlike my sticky situation a few years ago, my latest debacle involved fashion, not glue. And I’m here to tell you that when the words ‘sticky’ and ‘fashion’ get used in the same sentence the result...
View ArticleAwkward…
I have to confess: A couple of weeks ago I swore at a shoe saleslady because I thought we were just joking around. Apparently I was wrong. Awkwardness ensued. So… I went to the running shoe store...
View ArticleI Did It, And I’m Proud! (ish)
I found the above title on a completely blank post in my Drafts folder. I don’t know what I had originally intended to write, but I’m going to run with it now. (Fasten your seatbelt, because the...
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