My Faux Natural Face

No Makeup (hair dying 2013) vs. Full Makeup (New Year's eve 2015)

I must have been 10 or 11 years old when I asked my mother if it would be ok if I wore just a little bit of eyeliner to school every day. Her answer? A firm NO. I accepted it without question because this was the 1980s when pre-teen girls were expected to look like children, not like mini prostitutes, and none of my friends wore makeup. Still … [Read more...]

Oscar Fashion 2015: Best and Worst

The bold Lady Gaga in an Alaïa gown with volume and red rubber accents.

With a usual bedtime of 9:30, I knew watching the Academy Awards would be a challenge. Quite frankly though, this year's were so uninspiring that I never even made it to 10 o'clock (thereby missing the "equal work for equal pay" speech which should be totally irrelevant in 2015, but there you have it). Thanks to social media and relentless online coverage, I'd had a good look at all of the outfits before the awards had even started. Furthermore, I was able to catch up on the highlights (Glory!) and lowlights (lock box jokes) on Monday. Now I'm up to speed and ready to bring forth my judgement. … [Read more...]

Reading On Writing

Quiet Please!

Writing a review of a book about writing is one way to face your insecurities. It doesn't help that I've often heard that this particular book, Stephen King's On Writing, is the BEST ever produced on the topic. So I'll try not to be overly long and I promise to ruthlessly eradicate any superfluous adverbs I have the misfortune … [Read more...]

Leaping into 2015

Flowers and words of love

As I peer around the corner at 2015, I have to catch my breath a little. These last few years have been crazy in ways both good and bad. The first thing is that I feel a lot better now than I did one year ago and that is more wonderful than words can express. The last time I rang in the new year, I didn't drink, couldn't have caffein or sugar (no chocolate!), and I stayed away from vinegar, legumes, most fruit, most dairy, anything not fresh caught or grass fed. Holy moly. This year … [Read more...]

When to Follow the Dream (and when to give up)

Accordion selfie

Bloody serious I lived in fear of having to clap. Flamenco, that passionate, heartbreaking dance was kicking my butt. A dream since I was a teen had been to learn this exotic dance. And here I was -- I knew the steps, but the rhythms were an unsolvable mystery. My worst nightmare became being asked to do palmas! I had started taking flamenco dance classes before a trip to the Andalucía region of Spain … [Read more...]

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