It’s summer 2024 and this genetically predisposed city kid is once again happily roaming Manhattan’s upper west side, walking Sam the dog, and gawking. As a confessed non-reader of fashion magazines or the New York Times Styles section, there is still no place like a big city to discover the current trends in female apparel.
It’s once again fall, my favorite season. I love the fall colors. Standing near a tree aglow with orange, red, and rust-colored leaves is very flattering to my complexion. Fall is also the time when you might be considering a wardrobe update. As you stow the linens and retrieve the sweaters,
Labor Day weekend is upon us, and despite the fact that we were just experiencing a heat wave, come Monday, summer is unofficially at an end. In truth, summer is not really over until the calendar says it is, on or about September 21. But then, the calendar completely ignores the real indications of the
I have been on a quest for the perfect dress. Perfect for me, that is. And I do have some very specific requirements. Requirements that I probably didn’t have when I was 30 years younger. But you know how that is. If you don’t know, you might be too young to relate to this essay.
Or more accurately, skin is out! I will explain. It’s summer 2023 and this genetically predisposed city kid is once again happily roaming Manhattan’s west side, walking Sam the Dog, and gawking. As a confessed non-reader of fashion magazines or the New York Times Styles section, there is still no place like a big city
Well, I may not be a young man, but I have headed West. My husband and I are in Los Angeles to attend the 90th birthday celebration concert for none other than Willie Nelson. How cool is that! And the best excuse ever for missing my April 30th deadline for posting a new
Labor Day weekend is upon us, and despite the fact that we were just experiencing a heat wave, come Monday, summer is unofficially at an end. In truth, summer is not really over until the calendar says it is, on or about September 21. But then, the calendar completely ignores the real indications of the
Due to the overwhelming response to the prior essay, I felt strongly that a follow-up was in order. First, I’d like to thank all of you who came to my aid in my quest for The Perfect Dress. I had no idea that so many astute shoppers and fashion influencers of a certain age were
I have been on a quest for the perfect dress. Perfect for me, that is. And I do have some very specific requirements. Requirements that I probably didn’t have when I was 30 years younger. But you know how that is. If you don’t know, you might be too young to relate to this essay.
This summer, I was fortunate enough to be able to spend more time than usual in the Big Apple. I realize that, based on what I just related, some of you might believe that the heat got to me and altered any semblance of rational thinking. But, hey, I’m a city kid, born and bred.
