You will need to allow plenty of time to read and absorb the contents of Barbara Amiel’s new memoir Friends and Enemies which was released earlier this month. Weighing in at a hefty 603 pages in the hardcover and 978 pages on my iPad mini, it requires a lot of time, and many glasses of wine or, in my case, cups of strong tea to get…
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An ode to La-Z-Boy and the recliners we have loved
When I was in my early forties, I purchased my first La-Z-Boy recliner. It was a concession to fast-approaching middle-age and a recognition of the importance of function over form. Newly single at the time, I spent many leisurely hours reading books or watching television so comfort was essential. That chair was dark green chenille and it served me well for many years. Thirty years…
What this boomer learned from the September 2020 issue of Vogue magazine
The September issue of Vogue magazine is traditionally a really big deal. It’s so prized, so anticipated, so revered that in 2009 an entire documentary film was created specifically in its honour called, what else, The September Issue. And, for the past seven years that I’ve been blogging, I’ve penned an annual bitchy critique of Vogue’s September Issue. The 2020 edition arrived discreetly in my mailbox recently…
Shopping just isn’t fun anymore
Travel restrictions due to COVID-19 means many retired baby boomers will not be able to head to warm, sunny destinations this year to escape our shitty Canadian winters. I’m one of them. So, for the first time in many years, I’m spending the winter chez moi which means I’ll need to buy a winter parka. Which also means, a trip to the mall. It’s no…
I bought a new dress and I feel maahvelous!
For years now I’ve been searching for a cute little summer dress. Something breezy that falls gently and forgivingly over my floppy bits. I don’t like to show cleavage or too much skin and I prefer cap sleeves to spaghetti straps. If I still had a waistline, I would have a few more options, but that ship has sailed. I’m not crazy about solid colours,…
The New York Times declares “Sweatpants Forever”
The other day I announced to no one in particular—actually, it was my husband, but he never listens to me and as proof, he didn’t even bat an eye—that I want a whole new wardrobe. Pandemic frump fashion has destroyed my self-image. For nearly five months now I’ve worn nothing but yoga pants, athletic shorts, loose tee shirts, and the same pair of sandals—day after…