Category: life

My birthday is in a couple of weeks. I turn the big 6-0. Akkk. Can’t quite believe that. Maybe that’s why I’ve been thinking and writing a lot lately about the changes that come with age. Both physical and emotional. …

Last week I wrote a post about aging, and where I fit on what I dubbed the “beauty intervention continuum.” In a nutshell, I’m pro-hair dye and make-up, but anti-Botox. And I said, at the time, that I am not …

Twice a year (spring and fall) I survey my closet. I haul everything out, pile it on the bed in our spare room, and give it the once-over. If I will wear it this season, it goes on my list …

How far will you go to look good?  Are you able to venture into the world bare-faced with only a little lip balm, your hair proudly untouched by dyes, straightening gels, or hairspray?  Or maybe you colour your hair? Wear make-up? …

Ahhhh. That’s better. I sigh, sip my tea on the porch, watch the wind move the Spanish moss hanging from the live oaks. And breath. We’ve been in Charleston, South Carolina for four days. And it’s been wonderful. Warm, sunny, breezy, …

This is what 5:30 AM looks like from my sun room window. I took this shot a couple of weeks ago when, uncharacteristically, I was awake that early. I am not an early morning person. Mid morning, I’m great. But …

To dye, or not to dye? Should I go grey, or not? That was the question I posed in a blog post a couple of weeks ago. I thought I might be ready to go ‘au naturel.’ Or some variation thereof. …

I am not a happy homemaker. Remember Betty White in that role on the Mary Tyler Moore Show in the seventies? She could cook, and clean, and smile prettily all at the same time. She made homemaking sexy, supposedly. Well, I’m …

I’m retired from teaching as most of you know if you read this blog regularly. And if you don’t, well… I’m retired, as I said. And Grace Coddington is not. I retired three years ago after thirty years in the …

I signed up for an art course in November, to start in January. I’d been looking for a course for a while. I didn’t want to study painting. Or life-drawing. Or flower-arranging. So, I settled on an illustration course offered …