The Old Age Issue
Turning sixty-five last week felt like crossing the Rubicon. And entering the country of old age. But maybe I’m overthinking again.
Turning sixty-five last week felt like crossing the Rubicon. And entering the country of old age. But maybe I’m overthinking again.
I’m reading about trash this week, my friends. What is trash and what is treasure in this big old wasteful world of ours.
Where do you look for style inspiration? I’ve always found that travel inspires me. But where do I look now that travel is not possible?
Here’s all the homefront news on this beautiful Tuesday, friends. We’re gardening, fishing, reading, and staying in touch with loved ones.
Is your style cheugy? Are you a bit behind in getting on the trend bandwagon? Or do you eschew anyone else’s idea of what you should wear?
This week I am rereading Jane Austen. Which means I can revel in the book and not worry if the characters will find happiness. Or not.
Are we ever too old to wear leather? Nope. I had a friend who wore red leather pants at age almost eighty. And she looked magnificent.
On this Star Wars Day, 2021, here’s my report of the state of my world. A little food chat, some physics, and a bit of fashion.
I own two faux leather garments. And I’ve been wondering, is buying faux leather bad? Is owning faux leather a sustainable fashion faux pas?