Some things (your twenty-step recycling system, the fact that you drive a Prius) you proudly shout from the rooftops. Others (your recurring sex dreams about Al Gore) you keep under wraps.
Point is, these days you’re totally BFF with Mother ...
By the stars, you’re a Virgo. But if astrologers read wardrobes, you’d be a total Gemini. (One day you’re Anthropologied out in ruffles and lace; the next you’re channeling NYU-era Olsens).
Today’s horoscope for the sartorially restless: Your shifting tastes ...
You knew your future would be so bright you’d have to wear shades.
You just didn’t know you’d be living in a city where doing so would make you look ridiculous nine months of the year.
But your secret to ...
The fashion gods muttered “skinny,” you tossed your boot-cuts. They whispered “volume,” you bought a bajillion baby doll tops. Now you routinely lose circulation in your feet. And people keep asking if you’re preggers.
Enough already. Time to cry “Mercy.” ...
Convenient or not, things are heating up this weekend.
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Thaw Fashion Show
What: Spring/summer fashion show and auction (with prizes like an NYC Fashion Week vacation) benefits the Huntington’s Disease Society of America.
Why: You came, you thaw, ...
Back when Nana was young, she sewed her own quilts, crocheted piles of doilies, and made a mean Jell-O mold.
The last time you DIYed, on the other hand, you made an ass of yourself — literally. (RIP Levi’s cutoffs.)
Even without a ring on your finger, you’ve always suspected all that “something old, something new” business would never bring good luck. (One time you put six pennies in your shoe; all you got was a sore foot.)
But there ...
Meet Sheila. Sheila sells seashells by the seashore. But poor Sheila: The seashore biz sure is tough in Seattle.
If she’s serious about ditching her day job, Sheila should move to Miami. Or at least class up the operation by upgrading ...
