We're (way) over 40. Deal with it.
Thursday, May 2nd, 2013
In case you’ve forgotten, I tested Garnier’s Ultra-Lift Daily Targeted Wrinkle Treatment on one side of my face for five weeks. The results? Oh, you will be surprised! (more…)
Friday, February 22nd, 2013
You remember those old commercials, where a Timex watch gets really put through the ringer – stomped on, thrown across the room you name it – but nonetheless, it keeps on working. Samsonite luggage gets thrown from a plane and it’s unscathed. A Bic pen gets shot out of a gun and, by golly, it still works! You watch Mad Men now and you see them coming up with these kind of ideas for ad campaigns, knowing that most people will just believe them. Well, not me. I had to test them for myself. (more…)
Sunday, July 1st, 2012
Love the beach? Or do you just love looking like you’ve been there? Whichever, getting a tan is probably one of the top leisure activities in the country. And, yes, I know it isn’t necessarily a burning issue - although for the uninformed, it sure is (pardon the pun). Nonetheless, I am going to share my secrets of being a professional tanner. And you are wrong, wrong, wrong if you think you “have to burn first” before you tan. But more on that later.
Saturday, May 19th, 2012
If you’re a woman over 40 (and especially if you’re like me who is fast approaching 60. . .) your head has to be spinning over the way the fashion rules have changed so dramatically since we were. . . well, babes. I’m not talking about the days when we wore (can you believe it) girdles to keep up our stockings. Really. Thank you, thank you, thank you to Allen Gant, Sr., who invented panty hose.
No, I’m talking about the rules that have existed forever. And now they’re gone. Dust in the wind. But I can’t let go. And I wonder if I’m the only one who can’t.
Wednesday, April 4th, 2012
I hate trying to lose weight. When I was in high school, I had to try to gain weight and I was embarrassed about my skinny arms. Oh, those were the days. But you know what I hate worse? Having someone not only tell me I need to lose weight, but reminding me whenever I eat something that might not be lettuce or a pickle.
Sound familiar? Or am I the only woman married to weight Nazi? (more…)