I sure don’t miss this fracas.

 

Before you all yell at me, I know that I recently wrote a post about buying pajamas and now, I’m going to write about not shopping.

I really have stopped shopping. There were no Christmas gifts this year and no after Christmas sale shopping (except for the pajamas which I literally didn’t own).

Recently there was an article in the NYTimes about not shopping for a year. I was intrigued. Could I do it? [Read more…]

 

This year I did something I’ve never done before. I escaped Christmas. In the days leading up to “the big day” I baked the cookies and gave out the tips to service people. I went to a few parties and bought a little gift here and there.

But right now, as you perhaps are cleaning up ribbons and wrappings, I am digging my feet into the warm sand. Just a three day escape to change things up.

It is my way of announcing to the world (and to me) that “things have to be different around here.” [Read more…]

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…as you had planned.

Which is, come to think of it, most of the time!  It’s actually a miracle when things go “right” and we tend to take it for granted.

We all think we can roll with the punches, but when the punches come, can we?

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This will be me!

 

This Tropical Gal is going to Alaska!

Ever since I was a child, I’ve been fascinated with all things Alaska. The snow. The danger, the struggle, the extremes. The Russians, the Eskimos, the gold rush, the salmon. The size, the wilderness, the waters, the mountains. The rugged, challenging lifestyle and the people who are drawn to it. It’s all about big, and difficult and “impossible beauty.” There’s a reason why it’s called “the last frontier.”

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The marg: a vacation in a glass.

In keeping with my goal of a “no gifts, just experiences” Christmas …a surprise slipped into my life at the last minute. Effortlessly. Just how I like it.

Extemporaneous. Glamorous. Inexpensive. Yes please!

Whilst you read this, my daughter and I are in Tulum for a few days. We hopped on a bus across the peninsula to step away from the red and green scene which is so cloying in Tropica. You all know that living in Tropica has dulled my lifetime pleasure in Christmas. Santa next to a palm tree? Wreaths and frost, mulled wine and carol singing don’t sync in 90 degree Latinoland. So the beach is a perfect place to leave the anachronisms behind — for a few days anyway.

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Hi everyone! After a trip I jot down my observations and what I learned about travel, packing, shopping and eating.  Hope there are some tips that will help you plan for your next trip!

Packing. For my three week trip I packed a carry-on wheelie with my usual minimalistic flair. Not much room for error.  Still, when I unpacked back home, I set aside what I did not use even once: two t-shirts, two long sleeve shirts, one pair of pants, two undies, one bra, two pairs of socks, bathing suit. Wow, really?

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Montana is still “the last best place.”

Two days ago I returned from a vacation for a “big” birthday:  a long, dreamy road trip through Montana, Wyoming and Colorado.

I write this during a steaming hot Saturday afternoon in Tropica. The skies just opened up and I’m storm watching with my animals. But my mind is still dreaming of places richly named: the Gallatin Gateway. Cowboy Heaven, an upper valley on Ted Turner’s extraordinary Flying D ranch dedicated to land conservancy and free range buffalo roaming.  Skalkaho Pass.  Choteau.  Silver Bow. Medicine Lake. Bear Creek.

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Title: THELMA AND LOUISE ¥ Pers: DAVIS, GEENA / SARANDON, SUSAN ¥ Year: 1991 ¥ Dir: SCOTT, RIDLEY ¥ Ref: THE079BE ¥ Credit: [ MGM/PATHE / THE KOBAL COLLECTION ]

Liza and Jeanette go for a drive

I used to walk to high school with Jeanette every day.  Now, decades later, we’re going for a big walk hike together.

Two high school friends, meeting up for a girly road trip. We’re as opposite as can be: She’s slim, I’m curvy.  She eats slowly, I eat faster. She walks fast, I walk slowly.  Will we still be friends by the end?  I’ll try to post from the road, but I’m also trying to unplug.  [Read more…]

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Warning!  This post may bore you to tears.  Or you may laugh and recognize yourself.

Hey, it’s a beach read, slouchy, easy…and people love it when I air my dirty laundry (in this case, pants) in public.  Here goes.

I invited my DD to be the voice of reason as I tackled, Marie Kondo style, the pants section of my closet.  As I kept bringing out armfuls of pants, DD’s face went from amused to shocked.  The problem is: every single pair brings me joy.  That means they’re keepers, right?

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