Me and My Lipstick

I want to be that woman who cares as much about a lipstick’s name as its color. I do. Ok, truth be told, I want to be that woman who actually cares about her lipstick and doesn’t have the same one for a year because she rarely puts it on.

I recently attended a writing workshop, and the person leading asked everyone a question or two. And it wasn’t a small group either, so I

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Ooh la la! Book Review

I must start with a few disclosure disclaimers. First, Jamie Cat Callan, Ooh La La’s author, is in my blogging group, and I actually like her a lot, so if I were not inclined to give her a good review, I would not have reviewed the book. Second, and perhaps more relevant, I was married to a Frenchman for a number of years. He’s the father of the fabulous daughter Sarah, about whom I am

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Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show or The Biggest Loser.

I’ve written about Victoria’s Secret before in a blog more than a year ago. I was insulting about it then, and am happy that I can present a different point of view this time.

I work with a lovely, really smart young woman who handles our social media and my sanity. Here is the text she sent me on Tuesday night:

“Hope you are watching the VS fashion show tonight. It’s a religious experience. The

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Work Uniforms

Men are so lucky. Their clothes are so much easier than ours. Always have been, always will be.

Dressing for business as a woman in the seventies/early eighties was much easier than it is now. We bought five or six suits from Brooks Brothers or Paul Stuart. If you didn’t need it to be a suit day, you would wear the skirt from one of the suits with a round collar, cable knit sweater, also

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The Golden Globe belonged to Meryl

I love Meryl Streep. I love that her nose is too long. I love that she looks down shyly sometimes before she speaks, and I love that she wears clothes that I would wear to awards shows that I will never be invited to attend. I especially love that she is fearless on the screen showing things about herself that are less than flattering. Last night, at the Golden Globes, the night belonged to Meryl.

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Haiti. What is the message?

Haiti. Where to begin? What to say? No words. What a surprise.

Seeing Bush and Clinton together yesterday reminded me about the best of Americans. It’s no secret that I think Bush is just this side of the devil, but watching his first venture out of retirement with Clinton on the news programs Sunday morning, I am reminded that the good in each of us lies in our ability to come together when necessary, when

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Handbags

I love handbags. I’ve been on the quest for the perfect bag for quite sometime. It’s a cross between a briefcase – large enough to carry some files, etc. – and small enough to not make me look like a moving van carrying things to and fro. It’s not easy and I find myself getting attached in the store, buying the bag and then it disappoints me. Then I give it away.

I once bought

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Ralph Lauren's Thin Ad

You know how you are allowed to criticize your family and no one else is? Or, you can tell an ethnic joke if you are in that ethnic club, but it’s not funny if you are not? It’s hard for me to talk about the Thin Ad at Ralph Lauren because I’m not a thin girl, and therefore my opinion is suspect. It looks like bitter, sour grapes, or defensive self-justification for eating too much

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My New Shoes

This is the pair I bought. Cute, don't you think?

My new shoes came with an accompanying CD-ROM to show me how to walk in them. They are ‘physiological footwear.’ Wow. They are called MBT Footwear and there is a whole theory behind them. I must mention here they are the most expensive pair of gym shoes I ever purchased. I’m sure my cool Keds from the fifth grade are rolling over in

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Shopping

I used to wear all designer clothes and bags and hats. Ok, I didn’t actually wear the hats, I just purchased them, over and over again, regardless of the fact that I never wore them. The new Obama mini me is no longer going to buy designer. Actually, I am going to buy designer things now and then to accent my wardrobe, but things like black pants, and bathing suit cover ups, and basics are

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