With two hours to kill before our flight back home from NYC, my family and I visited the fashion museums of 5th Avenue. Literally hundreds to choose from, we settled on two: Musee d’Bergdorf Goodman and Galerie d’Gucci. And, just like The Met or MOMA, the “docents”...
With spring in the air, the itch to shop is unbearable. I can’t wait to get out. Again. And again. I’ve already started. The last couple of issues of InStyle magazine and unusually warmer weather for March inspired me. It also doesn’t hurt to work in a clothing store...
I hate cleaning closets. I hate it when I can’t find anything in my closet because it’s stuffed with stuff. I hate making decisions about what to donate. I feel like I get it wrong and no sooner do I toss something I want/need it. I am living in a vicious circle. I...
I wish I could eat chocolate every day, a lot of it. I wish I could wear workout clothes every day of every month. I wish I could sit on my computer and write and write and write. Or like the song says, “I don’t wanna work. I just wanna bang on these drums all...
I’m hitting the gym. The sweaty, weight-lifting pool of people are on my new playground. I’ve gone to classes but it’s been eight years since I’ve lifted more than a water bottle. I don’t know what I’m doing; I just know I have to do it. My orthopedic and physical...
Cool is in the eye of the beholder. Some things are practically unanimous, like James Dean, California and lattes. I know, as a grown-up, I am supposed to do what makes me happy, cool or not. It doesn’t matter what others think. Somehow, I can’t keep the logic in...
