Lighthearted rants and reflections on baby boomer lifestyle, fashion, current events, and more . . . .
Fashion
Considering my age and the nightmare involved with airports and international travelling these days, I’m thinking my trip in June to attend a writers’ retreat in Paris may have been my last trip abroad. It would be lovely if this proved to be wrong but as it becomes increasingly more difficult to negotiate the endless lineups, security checks, customs, flight delays, lost luggage, and other…
This time for sure I’m going to resist the sirens’ call of cosmetics industry marketers. A couple of years ago I posted a piece about how many unused and unsuitable makeup and skincare products I had stashed in my bathroom cupboards that I finally purged to make room for more. It is soooo hard to not get sucked into “new and improved” or the marketers’…
There are streetwalkers and there are people who walk the streets, which I had the pleasure of doing for the first two weeks of June. Paris is an incredibly walkable city. Of course, it helps if you’re in shape and are wearing comfortable shoes, but getting around is easy on foot or with the help of convenient public transit. During my two-week stay at a…
I tried. I really tried to spend money in Paris while attending a week-long women’s writing retreat this month. After all, at my age, there aren’t many years left to treat ourselves to something we’ve always wanted. This summer is a big deal in our house. I turn seventy-five; my husband turns eighty, and we celebrate our twentieth wedding anniversary so I thought a splurge…
Marketing types (I confess, I was once one of them,) are always looking for new and innovative ways to sell us consumer goods or services we do not want or need. Scalp exfoliators? New and improved versions of questionable face creams and cosmetics? Remember leg warmers? Well, now, they’ve decided to take on men’s underwear. They have spied a potential opportunity to convince men and…
When my magazine addiction was at its peak a few years ago, I subscribed to eighteen (Yes! 18) print magazines per month. And, I loved every single glossy, advertising-laden page. In my next life, I planned to be reborn as a magazine editor. I’m now down to a manageable half a dozen print publications per month as well as RED Magazine which I get online…