This is going to be the year that I find my dream jeans. The year of my perfect fabulous jeans. I’ve had it with skinny jeans, jeggings, bootcut, high rise, low rise, mom jeans, bell bottoms, stretch jeans, cropped jeans, et al.
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?
A crown to remind me that I’m the queen of my life, the queen of me. A queen period.*
I’m not the charm bracelet type. Charm bracelets were for me, something my mother wore in the 50’s. No, I’m a modern woman. I’m minimalist. Try to wear little or no jewelry.
And now I’m here to tell you…I have a charm bracelet! It is a modern version of a charm bracelet and I love how it tells –not so much the story of my life — but rather, about my dreams, my thoughts, my fantasies, desires and loves.
There’s no better time to reflect on my packing than when I’m on the plane home and have a fresh experience with my travel wardrobe. I spent two weeks of my “adult spring break” in Zurich and Milan with a carry on. I love carry on travel for the ease of maneuvering my way through airports, train stations, subway steps, buses and on crowded, uneven streets. A small bag, packed with some carefully chosen items makes me feel smart and powerful.
If I ever go on safari (and I hope I will) …Remember to NOT take pictures of wild animals. I don’t want to spend my time trying to capture a fabulous picture of a giraffe when I should be enjoying a live giraffe gamboling right in front of me. I lost too many precious moments of family life because I was fiddling with focus, trying to turn on/off the flash etc. You know exactly what I’m talking about. [Read more…]
I was cleaning out my clothes closet. Something I like to do on a regular basis. If you saw my closet, you wouldn’t think there would be anything to clean out. I like to keep things spare. I pulled out four summer dresses. (In Tropica it’s summer all year round.) They were in that difficult category of: they still fit and they’re in such good shape. But they had played their part in my life and I knew I would no longer wear them. [Read more…]
As the days grow shorter and close in on us…I get all sorts of wistful. Yes, there is an autumn in Tropica, but you have to live here a long time to feel and understand it. I grew up with traditional, northern climate Fall. Memories of acorn fights, walking home after school, shuffling through gorgeous colored leaves. Apples, pumpkins and brisk air which means: sweaters. [Read more…]
For all the serious things I write about, for all the simple pleasures I extoll, I must admit something to you. It embarrasses me greatly. One of my guilty pleasures is to look at images of celebs not looking their best. The headlines are: Movie stars who are not aging well. Movie stars without makeup. Celebs who look older than their years. [Read more…]