A couple of weeks ago I had an event to go to at our country club. Now if you have been reading on here for any time you know I am notorious for falling or making some kind of fool of myself at these things. I am sooooo sick of country club clothes. You know […]
The trouble with trends is they come back. They are cyclical. A swing of a pendulum and we go from neons to pastels and from pointy high heels to round toe ballet shoes.
Ten years ago my butt didn’t need pockets but this new, old butt needs pockets to break up the junk in my trunk. Confuse them is what I always say, use ruching, scarfs, a cardigan, a blazer, blinking light on my forehead. Not not really a blinking light but if I can’t get this tube top you wear around your waist to take off as the “next thing” or a “belly warmer” as I call it, I may start wearing an orange traffic cone as a hat.