You know how wannabe Buddhists drape Tibetan prayer flags at the entrance to their homes? Well I’ve done that.
Strung those lovely yellow, green, red, white and blue flags across the entryway to my walk-in closet that is.
You know how wannabe Buddhists drape Tibetan prayer flags at the entrance to their homes? Well I’ve done that.
Strung those lovely yellow, green, red, white and blue flags across the entryway to my walk-in closet that is.
Yesterday was Easter Sunday so it made sense that I saw a woman wearing a fancy hat.
But the actual hat didn’t make much sense at all.
It is not only we girls who are obsessed with what to do with our unwanted, unruly hairs.
Whether to trim, pluck, shave, wax, or laser etc. etc., this is the new millennium enquiry amongst both sexes.
The Australian film, Priscilla Queen of the Desert, celebrated “a c..k in a frock on a rock.” Last night, the Academy Awards red-carpet gowns celebrated ‘rocks on frocks’.
The actors, in their standard-issue dinner suits, created a pleasantly neutral backdrop for the highly ornamented gown favored by many actresses this year.
Yesterday I witnessed a very glam, pint-size septuagenarian channeling her inner Bond girl.
At seventy-something, she was solo cross-country skiing uphill wearing a gorgeous coordinated ski-outfit with such panache that 007, had he made an appearance, would’ve completed the picture as the perfect boy-toy companion.
VicSec has opened a new store near me. Of course I went and checked it out.
And guess what I saw? Heaps of little-girl pink cotton undies!
It has come to my attention, because the best friends have told me so, that I give the impression of being totally put together.
And this is despite regularly anointing myself with food spillages and professing that a napkin the size of a tablecloth is my only salvation.
I’m moving to Spain.
And not because I’ll be nearer to all those hunky, World Cup Soccer euro-types; it’s because the Spanish like their girls with a healthy body mass index.
Peach Bellini and olive-oil stained gauchos, white shirt polka dotted with bits of melted chocolate, a sweater sticky with globs of dried egg yolk — I’ve just thrown the lot, yesterday’s brunch outfit, in the washing machine.
It’s August tomorrow and that means it’s time to talk fall fashion trends.
This year the seasonal trend is all about too much emphasis on your thighs and bum. Yep, stovepipe pants and leggings are back.