When fashion’s in, I’m out. When I’m in, fashion’s out

You would think by now I'd have a pretty good handle on what works best for me, fashion-wise. For the most part I do, at least with the basics. My tastes lean more toward classic with splashes out in accessories—hence the big red glasses, and blue ones, and pink ones, and tortoise shell ones with yellow arms. I'm generally not a slavish follower of trends, usually dragging my comfortable-height heels until I'm absolutely sure the trend is going to become a classic. I thought that was the case with skinny…

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Mirror mirror on the wall . . . what the hell happened to us all?

My friend Margaret had already purchased the 10X magnifying mirror—before I could warn her about the consequences. As we progress along the aging continuum (how's that for euphemizing 'getting old'?) we often need help chasing down those errant eyebrow or chin hairs. Over time, we move from 5X to 7X and we're now at the 10X stage which can be truly traumatizing when we go exploring. If you want to restart your sluggish heart or enact your own version of Edvard Munch's The Scream, then checking out your face in…

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Step right up and behold the wonders of the season

When I walk into a department store at this time of year I feel like a mouse standing in front of a trap loaded with lovely fresh Gruyère, wagging my cute little tail with a sense of anticipation and a teensy bit of caution. My nose and my credit card are twitching, my ears are perked up taking in the cuddly Christmas music and my belly is calling out for gratification. I want all the cheese and I want it now. The cosmetics department is strategically positioned at the entrance…

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My queendom for the perfect eyeliner

Things change as we get older. I won't go into detail as you know what I'm talking about, but one issue that I haven't been able to resolve is finding the perfect eyeliner. Back in the olden days (the 60s and 70s), I could execute a perfect swipe of eyeliner faster than . . . well, the blink of an eye. My eyelids were taut, receptive and beautifully enhanced by whatever I applied, in whatever colour. And I applied plenty. As we age, less is better. We no longer apply…

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Raising eyebrows . . . literally, one microblade at a time

I did it! Several months ago I mentioned that I was considering getting my eyebrows microbladed and if I did I'd let you know how it went. Well—the deed has been done and I'm absolutely thrilled with the results. Like most baby boomer women, I plucked my eyebrows into extinction during the 70s when thin, arched brows were the fashion. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. They never grew back. If only the hair removal on my other body parts (chin, legs, bikini area etc.) had been as effective I'd have been spared…

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