The day the knowledge died

When I dropped Latin to take typing in high school, we were trained to type with both feet flat on the floor. To this day, if I cross my legs at the ankles when I'm "keyboarding", it scrambles my brain.
When I dropped Latin to take typing in high school, we were trained to type with both feet flat on the floor. To this day, if I cross my legs at the ankles when I’m “keyboarding”, it scrambles my brain.

When Baby Boomers pass from this world, a large chunk of knowledge unique to our generation will die with us. We represent the last generation who still knows what carbon paper was for, what it felt like and how to make it last longer. We are the last generation who learned to type on a manual typewriter—we still bang away on our feather touch computer keyboards with the strength and force of Serena Williams. And what about (more…)

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How many is too many?

Deconstructing "the look". French women make it look so easy. If I piled on all these items I look like the Michelin woman.
Deconstructing “the look” which comes so easily for French women.  If I piled on all these items I’d look like the Michelin man in drag.

It’s those sly French women who are responsible for my latest wardrobe folly. Watching them dash about the streets of Paris wearing simple basics with a gorgeous scarf lufting in the breeze, classic, art-inspired jewelry and an expensive leather cross-body bag, I imagined I could also achieve that air of je ne sais quois. All I had to do was buy good pants, tops and jackets in neutral black, white or gray, throw on a marvelous scarf and I too would be elevated to their level of chic sang-froid.

So I got to work. While my intentions were good, I’ve gone a bit overboard in stocking my wardrobe with basic black and white. Any modern woman will totally understand that we need more than one pair of black pants but how many is too many? The same issue applies to white tops—and black tops too for that matter. I’m embarrassed to tell you how many I have but Boomer Broads will understand how we need long-sleeved blouses, short-sleeved, three-quarters sleeves and sleeveless because our needs vary depending on the occasion and the weather. And this includes tee-shirts as well.

That's what I need - a separate room just for scarves.
That’s what I need – a separate room just for scarves.

What about those colourful scarves guaranteed to ensure my passage into French chic-dom? I now have too many and have not yet found a suitable filing system for them. I’ve tried draping them over hangers, clipping them on laundry rings, stuffing them through special from-the-organizer-store looped hangers and rolling them in drawers. The result is (more…)

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It pays to listen to Boomers

At the risk of sounding immodest (who, me?), it worries me that so many major developers are investing hundreds of millions of dollars in property developments that go bankrupt simply because they didn't check with me first. Real estate is just one of my many fields of interest. For example, take the Muskoka residential/golf communities that didn't meet the developers' expectations. Muskoka Bay, launched in 2002 seemed like a slam-dunk. Build plenty of lovely retirement homes around a world-class golf course (it works in Florida, doesn't it?) targeted at the…

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We’ve come a long way baby

Fifty years ago (July 4, 1965) my parents let their daughter loose on the streets of Toronto at the age of seventeen, for good. That's when I began life as a grownup. My parents made the two-hour drive to Toronto and dropped me and my little white suitcase off on the front steps of Willard Hall at 20 Gerrard Street East. It was a bright, warm Sunday afternoon and the following day I began my first full-time job as a clerk-typist with The Bell Telephone Company of Canada, as it…

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Buy it now. Hot off the press, literally!

When I opened this morning's Globe and Mail (Saturday, July 4, 2015) and started browsing the various sections, my heart lifted when I saw the full-page picture of the intelligent and frankly-spoken Iris Apfel on the cover of Globe Style. I've long been an admirer of the ninety-three-year-old's fashion sensibilities and overall opinions. (Click here for previous blog postings: Iris Rocks.) This week's articles tickled my fancy like no other in a while. For those of you who care about how you look and have even a passing interest in…

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HOV from my POV

Being a good, law-abiding Canadian citizen can be very stressful at times. As a fairly typical Canadian I take pride in playing by the rules and obeying the law. I never drive in the outside lane unless overtaking another car; I never unlawfully rip the tags off mattresses; I waited until I was a bona-fide senior citizen before buying seniors' movie tickets, and I never photocopy money. So you can understand how difficult it is for me to witness the blatant disregard for the rules of the HOV (high occupancy…

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