The Paris Chronicles—2025

As I sit here on the day after Christmas, and boy has it been a hectic one which I will cover in my Christmas 2025 blog post, cursing at my Microsoft updates that have screwed uploading photos, and looking out the front window for an impending winter storm that allowed me to win a fifty-dollar bet with my husband that it would never happen today, I am happy to write and reminisce about our November-into-December return to Paris…….

Sadly, Christmas is over and so is our Paris trip–but there’s great memories!

Thanksgiving Day was spent last-minute packing—and repacking and making lists and deciding what movies I would watch enroute to France.  It was also spent with me wearing my rosaries around my neck like a piece of fine jewelry, praying to Mary that our flight would not be delayed.

Yeah. This is how I spent Thanksgiving.  Packing and repacking and I wore this get up quite a bit!

Day One—On the Way from Philly to CDG!

And so, the next afternoon, we took an Uber to the airport, expected ridiculous crowds, and arrived to a somewhat undercrowded one.  Going through TSA was quick and we were able to arrive at our gate with time to relax.   The flight left on time, thankfully, we made ourselves as comfortable as could be and kept ourselves entertained while flying over the Atlantic.

The greatest words at the airport “On Time”.  It warms my heart.

Ahhhh.  CDG Airport. What a shitshow.  On one hand, I am so happy to return to Paris but on the other hand, I despise this airport with every cell of my being.  The lines were a mess.  Vincent, with his EU passport was told, mistakenly to get on the USA passport line.  In his frustration, he found an airport staff member, mumbled something in French and within seconds he was back on the EU passport line—with me being able to piggy-back.  Outta there, luggage in hand and off to Paris Centre.

Here we come!

Now, despite what people say, I personally find the weather in late Autumn to not be that bad.  Yeah. It can be rainy but it is never that cold.  My high intelligence level had me bringing a trench coat and, if I had a hat, scarf, and gloves—I was warm. And it worked like a charm all week.

We arrived at Hotel Buci around ten, since it was too early for our room to be ready, we walked up the street (or is it down the street) to Café de Paris for breakfast and those carbs had me going for the rest of the day!

We arrived at Hotel Buci, bare of Christmas decor but when we arrived later on–the hotel was festive!

It has become a tradition to have our first breakfast at Cafe de Paris.  Keeps us full all day!

With time to kill, we grabbed a cab and rode to Galerie Vivienne, the most beautiful of the passages in Paris.   It was my mission to go to the new Louise Carmen shop to purchase a journal as I like to write and the brand’s customized journals are beautiful.  Leather bound which acquires a lustrous patina over time, various inserts can be found.  These are not cheap but do make a pragmatic souvenir of a trip.   No thanks to influencers, the journals are all over social media and we ended up waiting on a line for about twenty minutes.   Once inside, we had excellent assistance from one of the staff.  Who was thankful that I knew exactly what I wanted.  I don’t waste time.

Galerie Vivienne was dressed up in fine holiday spirit.  Le Grand Colbert, a restaurant made famous in a few films is located there.  It’s a great place to warm up in!

We did have to wait a bit outside Louise Carmen but….

……it was worth the wait.  I chose a charm of Mary because I liked it. In addition, my choice was the Honore model in which a lined insert and a “to do” insert.was added.  I also ordered additional inserts from Amazon to hold money and cards because I felt spending 100 euros extra on a fabric pouch was not pragmatic..

In addition I had a favorite phrase embedded into the leather journal.  “A tout a l’heure”!  It’s what my husband and I say when I leave for work in the morning! I honestly love this journal and highly recommend getting one as a souvenir  of your Paris trip!

We walked around, I got a card for my son’s in-laws, and we basically blew time by doing nothing but strolling and looking in shop windows.    By the time we made it back to the hotel, our room was ready for us. .  We love that hotel increasingly and look forward to our next stay. The room was beautiful.  Tastefully decorated, the bed incredible comfortable and a big old American bathtub. What more could one want than to take a nap!  And our two-hour nap felt like a full 8-hour nighttime slumber.

The classic decoration of the tree gives a good idea of how tastefully decorated the Hotel Buci is–and the staff is incredibly accomodating AND so nice!

The bed was cloud-soft but the mattress was firm enough for those who get sore backs..

In addition, the walls are covered in fabric and the desk with the chairs is the perfect place for a pre-dinner aperitif.  The bathtub was large enough to fit me ever-widening backside!

While I got ready for dinner, Vincent ran down the street (or is it up the street to Carrefour for aperitif makings.  It has become a tradition while in Paris to enjoy pre-dinner aperitifs in our hotel room.  I love this time because we reflect on the day’s activities and discuss what we might want for dinner.  Cabbed it to Chez René, sat at our favorite table, and proceeded to have an incredibly enjoyable dinner.

We both love this place because it is truly a local joint. The food is consistently great and there’s no pretentiousness.  It is old-school French fare—and after all, that is why we go to Paris!

And that winds up our first day.  Its always comforting to be back.

Day Two—A Lazy Drive to Chateau Pierrefonds!

If you’re familiar with our trips to Paris, you know that we always rent a car to drive outside of the city.  This time was no different. And on this Sunday, we picked up our auto rental to drive to Chateau Pierrefonds.   This is one of those chateaus that Vincent, surprisingly, had never been to but wanted to visit.  For me, I am just happy to visit any chateau and allow my delusional personality to go into overdrive and pretend I live in that prime real estate!

The ride through the countryside was pleasant and the weather was excellent. Cool but not freezing.  Cloudy with blue sky!

We came upon village churches..

and Holiday decorations in local squares,

Trees with odd puffy balls,

A church in the middle of nowhere,

And many beet farms with harvested beets!

And we were getting closer to this magnificent chateau!

Along our walk to the chateau we passed a festive patissier and..

A most unusual poster!

The drive through the countryside was beautiful and parking was easy and free.  The walk was good exercise and views from the chateau’s property was spectacular.   Once inside, I was surprised that it wasn’t furnished the way Fontainbleu or Versailles are; but the empty interior gave a better perspective of how massive the rooms were!

Pierrefonds is quite the step back in time!

We picked up sticker books and knight smocks for Owen and Bennett which they loved!

Oh yeah baby!  Had I won the billion Powerball, THIS would have been our retirement estate! 

On the way back, we opted for a more direct route back because we didn’t want to be late for dinner at Brasserie Lipp.  I wanted to go there for years.  And years.  Vincent’s aunt Daniele loved the restaurant and I was thrilled when Vincent made the reservations.

Back in Paris with time to get ready for dinner..

But not before snapping this pic of a woman carrying her Christmas tree back to her apartment.  See how she’s dressed?  It was that warm outside!

Lipp. I had read mixed reviews about the place.  Mostly reviews of the seating arrangements. And I didn’t want to be thrown into the back. The History of Paris Dining In 10 Restaurants | Saveur

After how many years I’ve been coming to Paris, I finally got to have dinner here!

However, when we arrived, we were led to one of the best tables in the house!  The food was great.  I started out with Razor Clams which could very well be my new favorite starter—but I’ve never seen them on any menus here in the States.  Garlicky and juicy and delicious.  I wouldn’t even share a one!  Second night in a row and I had kidneys.  I can’t help it.  When kidneys pop up on a menu, I must have them the way my husband must have Steak Frites!   We really had a very enjoyable dinner.  Drumming up conversation with the people on either side of us was fun.  And being able to walk back to the hotel afterward was, in a way, a form of exercise.

The interior is stunning!

What a dinner!  Especially the kidneys.  

The second we hit Rue de Buci, we heard music and a lot of noise—it wasn’t bad noise either—it was very good noise.  A guy, kind of young, dressed in all white, like a little puff of snow, was getting the crowd psyched up to sing and dance.  People from young to older were all dancing in the street. I had never seen anything like it and boy, was I ready to join in!  As I handed my purse to my husband, I ran into the crowd (note—my husband does not join in to this sort of thing.  He is too reserved) and started dancing by myself.  When what to my crossed-eyes should appear but the little puff of snow dancing into the crowd to me and we danced together for a few minutes.  I’m telling you, this was such a fun way to end the evening!

What a way to end the night!

Back to the hotel and down for a comfy slumber!

Day Three—If it’s Monday, It must be Galeries Lafayette’s Christmas Tree!

Despite yesterday’s drive outside Paris, today was a day where we would do some shopping and kind of do nothing out of the ordinary.  Time to head to Galleries Lafayette to look at the windows and see the tree.  But first, let’s head to Monoprix.

Vincent dropped me off. Yes. In the middle of Paris, he drove because he misses driving in Paris and loves doing so.  That said, I was, after trying three various Monoprix stores in search of pajamas that my daughter requested for my grandsons, heading to a larger of the chain for these coveted pjs.

With the particular pj’s nowhere to be found, I discovered Christmas-themed sweaters for the boys instead.  And just as I was taking my time, my husband appeared out of nowhere to reiterate to me where his car was—and then he ran out. Still unaffected by where he was parked (I paid no attention to him), I purchased a few ornaments and had another look around before heading outside.

Holiday sweaters for the boys!

And reindeer ornaments!

Once exited from the hallowed doors of Monoprix, I sort of didn’t know where Vincent parked.  So, I walked up the street and found him in a matter of seconds.  Then we were off to Galeries Lafayette.

On the way we passed a billboard that I swear was meant for me!

Monday isn’t a bad day to play window tourist.  The Christmas displays in the stores are remarkably creative, colorful and fun.  This year’s window display, along with the 2025 Galeries Lafayette tree were wonderful and reminded me somewhat of if Peter Max drawings had come to life.  I thought Santa looked like John Lennon.

The window displays were the best ever.  I wish I could have downloaded the videos I took but my X^&(_*&*&*ing laptop would not allow them to be viewed!

Doesn’t Santa look like John Lennon?

Oh.  Perhaps that’s because he’s Papa Noel.

Inside the store, we (or rather I) made a mad dash to see the tree.  Last year’s tree was “meh” and disappointing.  It lacked color and imagination.  This year’s tree made up for it.  It was so beautiful and…well, Christmassy!

Yup! 2025’s tree was exceptional!

So much better than last year!

Satisfied and with my mission of seeing the tree accomplished, we headed back to the car and were off for more aimless driving through the streets of the City of Lights.

Just joyriding around the City of Lights!

 

Then it happened.  A police officer pulled us over.  Thankfully, Vincent had his passport and all ID with him.  Apparently, my husband was driving in the bus and cab land.  The French are sticklers for following rules.  Something we Americans are not. The officer was very nice—especially after conversing with Vincent in his native tongue. And when he turned around and told me why he was getting a ticket (that hadn’t been written out yet), my reaction was rather dramatic and loud—something akin to “ARE YOU KIDDING ME????  HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THAT THE LANE WAS FOR BUSSES AND CABS???”   “OMG—OFFICER, MY DAD WAS A NYC POLICE OFFICER AND IF I WAS DRIVING THIS WOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED”!!  With the officer looking at me as though I belonged in an asylum, my husband translated that my dad was a NYC cop.

At that point the officer had a change of heart.  He mentioned NYC police and smiled.  And we left with a warning.   I also gave my husband a warning—I told him this was the second time I have gotten him out of a ticket. Three strikes and you’re not getting any more. The officer was very kind and I went to church to light a candle of thanks to my dad.

Yes. And upon arriving home, my husband had acquired additional speeding tickets!

Back at the hotel to rest before dinner, I took advantage of the little breakfast area, took a table, and started to write while Vincent took a nap.  Then it was aperitif time!

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I’m still amazed that we stayed around the corner from this restaurant when Daniele was alive and never knew it existed!

We had dinner at Chez Fernand Christine.  A slightly off the main streets place in the 6th arrondisement.  It took all of five minutes to walk there and the weather was fine. Cool but not freezing and not windy.  Our reservation was at 7:00 and we reserved a table that we enjoy…….

Whoever took the reservation screwed up because two guys were seated at our table.  I know this might sound petty but, if one makes a reservation for a certain table and someone else is sitting there—that does not bode very well with me. OTOH, Vincent was incredibly hungry so he didn’t really care where we would be sitting.

View from our table.  Within ten minutes of taking this photo, the restaurant was full.  It’s such a charming and warm atmosphere!

We were led into another area of the restaurant.  And—we liked the new table better.  Even better was our server, Julien.  This guy was, hands down, the best server/waiter ever.  He was Franco/American—from New Orleans and spoke perfect French but as the restaurant became increasingly crowded, he moved with incredible speed and his personality could be a study in working with the public.  At the end of our meal, a group of very, very obnoxious Americans arrived and were basically, assholes.  Loud and entitled, Julien was his great self.  It was a pleasure to watch him.

This guy!  Best server in Paris and I wouldn’t be surprised if someday he has his own restaurant.  If you’re lucky enough–he will be your server!

The food?  As usual, wonderful.  For the third night in a row, I feasted upon my beloved Rognan’s/Kidneys.  Once again, I allowed myself to enjoy Bone Marrow. And, once again, Vincent started with Escargot and feasted upon his favorite dish of Steak Frites.  We are creatures of habit.

We had a nice walk back to the hotel after this feast.  BTW,  I gained weight.

After downing a bottle of tasty wine and enjoying dessert, it was a walk back to the hotel.  It’s funny because the older we get, the less we have the urge to stay out late—whether at home or away.   We had one late evening and that was because we had dinner with family but I will get to that later….

Day Four—Lots of Walking and –Halfway Through Already?? NOOOOOOOOOO!

Tuesday.  Day Four and I am anxiety-ridden because we’re halfway through our week’s visit. Why do I do this to myself?   Anyway, today is a very walk-friendly day. Our plans were to hoof it to the Marais where we would revisit the Shoah, which is the Holocaust memorial. Then head off to Notre Dame.  But first, we would check out the store BHV for the decorations.

Day four and anxiety regarding returning home to work is grabbing me already!

Paris is a lot like New York City where any given street can be a serious wind tunnel due to the weather.  It was incredibly sunny—which is a good thing but smaller streets were bitingly windy—and with my sensitive eyes and ears that ache even at the slightest breeze, I was thankful for wearing a hat that covered my natural hearing devices.  With the eyes, I wasn’t that lucky.  It looked like I ugly-cried for hours by the time we reached BHV and I could not wait to get inside.

We began our day of hoofin’ it by heading to BHV.

BHV is a department store that isn’t as luxurious as Galeries Lafayette or Printemps or Bon Marche but it’s good.  It was a shock to see that the store has a “Shein” floor. It’s the first time I’ve ever equated France with cheap fast-fashion but, it is what it is.  I picked up a few moleskin journals, some items for a Secret Santa that I was involved with and my husband picked up a book about his grandfather.

Then it was off to the Shoah.  I could not take photos because they are not permissible. I will say that this is a site all visitors to Paris should see.  It is somber and it will awaken any doubt that any person who doubts the Holocaust (you know who I am referring to) will have.  I’m leaving it at that because there’s so much more I can write but I’ll stop.  This is about our trip.  Anyway, we did run into a large group of Police trainees who were there to learn more about the Holocaust—it is a smart thing too because the police need to handle antisemitism.

Memory of the Shoah

I highly recommend a visit to the Shoah Memorial–especially if you’re an American.

After the Shoah visit, we walked toward Notre Dame.  We passed by a scam artist who called me a “Disagreeable Parisian” because I basically told her to “eff off” in French.  Her calling me that was the highest compliment I could have received!

Next stop: Notre Dame.  Okay.  I’m a Roman Catholic.  I take my faith seriously.  Vincent grew up going to Notre Dame quite often.  He was extremely upset when the cathedral caught fire and he was looking forward to seeing the renovated interior.

Last year we couldn’t get in because it had just opened. This year the crowds outside didn’t appear to be bad but inside was a different story.

We waited on a line (we had reservations) that moved very quickly.  All seemed very organized which was positive.  And then we entered.  What came next, to me, was daunting and disappointing.  Even Vincent was disgusted.

The crowd inside was massive. It was an assembly line of visitors—this magnificent structure was no longer a place of worship but was nothing more than a tourist trap. There. I said it.  On either side of the cathedral, toward the front were shopping kiosks.  And let me tell you they were crowded!  Lines at both.

I managed to get a few photos –even got to light a candle. But this was not what we expected.

People taking selfies. A lot of people taking selfies. It was a circus.  Don’t get me wrong.  The renovation is breath-taking.  What was once a dark and dingy place of worship now felt like The Righteous Gemstones gave up evangelic ideology and made the switch to Catholicism. I managed to get some pictures but wasn’t pleased with them.

What the French cultural side of the government should do is limit the amount of people going into Notre Dame and should charge a fee.  By doing so would limit the number of selfie-obsessed, social media types and those who really want to see Notre Dame and admire it slowly would be able to enjoy this site more.  Funny thing is after we talked about this, the next day, one of the newspapers had an article reiterating what we thought.

Instead—if you’re visiting Paris, head to other churches.  St. Sulpice is my favorite.  I always feel welcomed there and love going to Mass at that church.   St. Severin is another favorite.  This is a church that is in severe need of a renovation.  It’s beauty is found in its decay and darkness.  If I was a billionaire, I would start fundraising for renovation. Église St. Germain-des-Pres had been renovated and is gorgeous.  Vincent’s Aunt Daniele’s funeral mass was held there before the renovation.  It was dark, and cold and dingy and now is bright as a lit Christmas tree.  And it is never crowded during the day.  I strongly suggest visiting these churches because they aren’t tourist traps nor do they have influencers or narcissists snapping selfies of themselves.  I mean, there’s a time and place for everything!

I lighted candles at St. Severin

St. Severin is ancient. It is decaying. It feels like ….Church and is absolutely wonderful.

And Paris is chock full of churches like this.

Enough of my Church Lady rambling….

 

We walked over to Samaritaine Dept. Store.  The first floor was hopping but the remainder was relatively empty so it was a nice way to get warm and take respite from the wind!  I picked up a pouch to organize my bags and we headed back to the hotel.

Took the route through familiar Place Dauphine..

Then along the Seine…

…and made it to Samaritaine.  It was getting cold.

..and after warming up, headed back to the hotel!

7:00 Reservation at Allard!

Allard is one of our favorite restaurants.  We’ve been dining there for over a decade and the food is consistently very good.  There have been years were service was better than others but, turnarounds in staff are expected.

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Been enjoying meals here for years!

We sat at our favorite table, offering a great view of the interior of the room.  Very old-school.   We started off with aperitifs of Kir Royals and an amuse bouche of Gougères and a cucumber sorbet. I started off with a foie gras pate and Vincent had frogs’ legs—which were delicious.  My main plat was…Sweetbreads—and Allard has the best!  Vincent had his usual—take a guess! He ordered a fine wine and for dessert he had Ile Flotant (Floating Island) and I ordered Profiteroles, which I couldn’t finish because I was stuffed!

Bonne Nuit!  Part Two is coming….. Lot’s more. And no more Kidneys!

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How I’m Dressing as an Old Lady!

To be honest with you, I had other ideas in my head such as a blog post on just why I decorated for Christmas upon our return from a Halloween weekend in Cincinnati,

We had a ton of fun in Cincinnati over Halloween weekend.  We babysat for the boys while Oona and Sam went to a party dressed up as Costco  samplers.  The funniest thing was my husband thought they were doing a fundraiser at Costco and they were working.  I guess Halloween was different when he was growing up in Paris!

Yes. Both trees are up and lit like someone who overindulged in Martha Stewart Egg Nog. 

It’s time management for me. Between work and hosting an early Thanksgiving and traveling–it’s now or never!

How crazy am I to take Oona’s ornament from either Kindergarten or first grade that has deteriorated and update it with new pretzels. I ate the remaining giant-sized bag of pretzels.

Then I started packing for our upcoming trip to Paris (who knows how long delays will be with this effing government shutdown—we had a three-hour delay leaving from Philly to Cincinnati.  We were lucky because our flight was merely delayed and not cancelled— I am getting triggered. I need to stop).

Luckily, the flight from Cincy to Philly was on time and landed early!

Anyway, I started packing for our upcoming trip to Paris and curating my choice of outfits and it slapped me just like a baby exiting the womb.  I can write about how the way I dress has changed as I’ve aged!

I believe most people are organized when they pack. Not me!  Everything is in a pile, then I go through it, try-ons, then it goes in the suitcase.  Note the suitcase. The exterior is filthy.  I’m not buying a new one. This has been with me for many years and does the job.

I mean, twenty, thirty, even ten years ago, there was always a little thought in my gray matter muttering “But what will others think of this outfit”?  When my husband and I travelled, especially to Paris, those thoughts will surface.  And the funny thing is I used to live in NYC!  For decades! I mostly wore black so I didn’t give my clothing much pondering.  Why, then, was I so concerned when heading to Paris?

I wouldn’t go as far as dressing as a can-can dancer but…

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I’ve been shamelessly known to sport a beret!

Could it be because of all the “influenzas” and their smoke and mirrors, or those internet sites showcasing what people in Paris, Milan and other European cities are traipsing around in.  Lest we forget, those videos are painstakingly edited and the street cinematographer is most likely spending hours upon hours on a street corner to get that impressive outfit.

Oui! Is this French enough for my wardrobe?

Although I can speak only of major cities as NY and Paris, most people dress normally.  I’ll give the Parisiens kudos for their incredible ability to style and I give New Yorkers for the ability to not give a f*ck and stick to black.  But I have to say, this time around, I am packing for me and only for me.

As I’ve aged, the middle portion of my body has spread. —like melted cheese spilling over a dish, my middle has spread over my panties and pants.  And instead of whining about it, that spread needs to be dealt with.  By hiding it.

My midsection is thicker these days but this old skirt still fits–INTO THE SUITCASE!

These old J. Crew Pixie pants are the closest things to leggings and delightfully, have stretched along with my body! This old sweater, I believe I purchased it about six years ago from Nordstrom, hides what needs to be hidden!

I love a good long sweater and now, with the weather heading into winter, those longer sweaters are more than welcome.  Here’s the thing.  All but one of the sweaters I am packing is old.  Old like me. With our faltering economy (there I go again), it’s more pragmatic to rely on what we already own—especially for our demographic that is on a fixed income (for now).  I’m not saying I haven’t bought anything new because I have—but most of my clothing is old.

Again, the tired and true Pixie pants.  With a long sweater. The sweater is new. From Amazon and is so soft and comfortable. I’ll be able to walk the Parisian streets all day–especially should I wear loafers instead of booties!

Comfort is key as I’ve aged.  Forget the jeans that dig into my gut every time I sit down.  My preference is for something looser or thrifting up to a larger size.

These jeans by Lucky Brand were thrifted for next to nothing.  The waist is comfortable due to stretch and with jeans–you can always change up the look with shoes or a different sweater.

 

Plaid ankle pants with a tunic sweater. The sweater is about ten years old from J. Crew.  Everything pictured is in the suitcase!

 Heels?  Oh boy. If you recall my blog post about Jake’s wedding and the heel conundrum, you’ll probably catch the fact that I can no longer wear high heels.  This hurts—and it hurts way more than my feet—it hurts my soul; and my soles!  I envisioned me to be that 90-year-old woman wearing five-inch stilettos while using a walker.  Ain’t gonna happen.  If I can even stand up for ten minutes in heels, these days it’s a miracle.

The heels I wore to my son’s wedding. I ended up offering them to the Blessed Mother in exchange that I never wear heels like this again. Rest in Peace high heels.

I’m packing one pair of heels.  An old pair of J. Crew, discontinued Duli heels that took years to break in.   Oh. And I packed a pair of kitten-heeled booties—of which I need to take out of the suitcase and run around the house for at least two hours to break them in and then add innersoles.

The J. Crew Dulci pumps from a 2017 blog post.  Eight years old and they are finally comfortable. BTW, I can no longer get those pants over my thigh. I don’t even know why I am still holding on to them.

From now on—it’s flats for me.  Comfort is so important.  Especially now that I try to outrun my grandsons when I’m with them.  Gam Gam can be very stubborn and proud—even if it means the possibility of a sprain or broken foot from running into a door.

And I have a penchant for pointy-toed flats! These aren’t getting packed because it’s cold out and I won’t wear slingbacks in cold weather.

 

Top pic is before polish. Bottom after!  Bass Weejuns and Navy Repettos are packed!  In they go!

Okay, not to hijack the topic but.…..the loafers and ballet flats. I have a story for you. When my siblings and I were kids in Catholic school, my dad, who was obsessive with polished shoes, would have us line up our shoes after dinner and he would polish them. He was extremely serious about this.  Rubbing the polish in carefully, then buffing with a towel, then going over with a brush for shine.

Anyway, I took a good look at my shoes and realized that I neglect my footwear because I don’t polish them my husband is a shoe–polisher.  So, I made Vincent take me to DSW to buy Cordovan shoe polish and navy shoe polish.  DSW did not have shoe polish.  The store did, however, have a shoe sponge with built-in black polish that shines the shoes–it was ten bucks and he purchased it.  It worked alright on my black loafers but I was not impressed.

Instead, I ordered shoe paste on Amazon in Cordovan and Navy.  Both worked beautifully!

This shoe paste is incredible. No more scuffs!

I didn’t give up on my skirts.  They aren’t worn for work anymore because corporate clothing and business casual have been traded for more comfortable attire in the State Hospital—however we do have a dress code to adhere to—no flip flops or high heels for obvious reasons.  Women are discouraged to wear clothing that might drive the forensic patients’ libidos.  I get that.  Besides, my office is so cold that I need to wear double-sweatshirts, sweat pants or jeans or heavy leggings.  I stick to flats but draw the line on socks.  I still despise them.

Along with the leopard print skirt, I’ll bring the houndstooth skirt and plaid one.  They are already packed. The short sleeved sweater is from two years ago. Temu. Eight bucks each and I gotta say, these sweaters held up a lot better than expensive ones! While I realize it’s fast fashion, if it lasts for years it’s slow fashion.  I love tights and these are packed along with the Dulci pumps!

Another Temu favorite. This trench coat. Around $25, it’s going on two years. Why am I packing it?  I can’t stand traipsing around in a heavy coat all day. I may be old but I still get hot easily and hot flashes.  The cut of this coat–especially in the sleeves, is generous enough that a heavy sweater can be worn underneath, giving warmth.  I just need a scarf, gloves, and a knit cap to keep me toasty when walking out and about.

And during this season, Mariah Carey might croon about all she wats for Christmas is you, but all I want is to come home from work and put on my Old Navy pajamas.

No longer do I feel the need to dress up at home.  Sure—if we have guests, I will get dressed into nicer clothing.  But in all honesty, I look forward to Christmas when we are at my daughter’s house and we all have matching pajamas and don’t leave the house.  It’ll be more fun to play with the boy’s toys from Santa, eat food all day and just be with my family.

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Old Navy PJ’s are the bomb.  After daylight savings on the last day of October, I LIVE in these when at home.  At least I’m not wearing a Mumu!

Aging, while something people fret about, isn’t bad.  It’s that point in your life where you can be comfortable in your own skin.  Where you can look in a mirror and see your present reflection that can make you think of your younger self—but allows you the confidence and empowerment to realize that is a memory, a fond one, and you don’t need fillers or filters to make you look younger.

My aging 70-year old face sans makeup and wig. It’s not my 20 or 30 or 40 face but it’s mine and I love it–nothing a bit of makeup won’t enhance..

I would rather see a cartoon of me than an over-filled or over-filtered me.  Actually, I would rather just see real me.

Perhaps I don’t dress age appropriately to some but for the most part, I just want to dress nicely–no matter what my age.

 

So, get comfortable. Throw the heels out.  Slip into flats.  Eat a steak with fries and have that cake.  Wear those elasticized waisted skirts and pants and sweats.  And be thankful that you have the privilege to experience the aging process!

Hey!  Have you changed the way you dress or anything since you’ve aged?  Are you comfortable with yourself? Write a comment and let us discuss!

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The Summer Return to France—2025

Okay.  Continuing to work backward regarding this past summer, our annual trip to Theoule-sur-Mer took place from the middle of June until the beginning of July.

What was slightly different this year was that nothing was planned except for dinner reservations at L’air du Temps. Other than that, it was a truly relaxing two weeks. The focus being on the word relaxing!

Twice we had dinner here. It’s our favorite restaurant in Theoule!

We left Philly for Nice on an uneventful flight that had us arriving early morning to extremely hot weather.  We are getting a bit used to the fact that American Airlines lacks a hub terminal and that we must exit on the tarmac for a bus.  My only solace was that at Nice, I can piggy-back onto my husband’s EU passport so I do not have to wait on a long line.

Almost there!

The wait for our luggage wasn’t long and we were able to board the tram to the car rental in no time.  I am not gonna lie and not gonna sugarcoat the wait for the car rental.  It was long.  And I waited outside while Vincent was inside waiting.  The car rental is always incredibly crowded during summer.  I swear, I got a sunburn waiting for him to come out with the car keys but once we were in the vehicle and out of the airport—our vacation officially commenced.

How I feel at the car rental…

Finally able to hit the road!

There is something extremely comforting about returning to a place year after year.  While I realize some think it might be odd to visit on repeat or adhere to the phrase “familiarity breeds contempt,” we think differently.  It could be because with age comes wisdom.  It could be because as we’ve gotten older we prefer a routine rather than a surprise.  Or it could be that both of us work full-time, so we need to plan our time off in a pragmatic way. We love the area so we travel there.

It also makes me happy to pass familiar sights that haven’t changed—not that I don’t like change, but I happen to be a creature of habit and I find it comforting.  When we pulled up to the apartment, a smile immediately spread across my visage.  I couldn’t wait to get to the terrace and soak in the view of the Mediterranean.  I couldn’t wait to spot, in the distance, the infamous Bubble Castle.  I couldn’t wait to unpack and head to Auchan for our essentials and groceries. French supermarkets are the greatest.  They don’t have cheese or bread “sections” but rather have those items in complete aisles of broad selections—it’s mind boggling and I love it.

Let us enjoy the overwhelming choices of the simplest of foods such as ham for sandwiches!

The apartment had little changes but nothing major.  The bookshelf that I leave novels I’ve read was still in the corner and my books were waiting for new guests to arrive—and arrive they did because I did a lot of reading this summer!  The terrace was the way it always was and the view spectacular.

Familiar but always that thrill when we get to the apartment..

Look to the back.  My books are still on the shelf..

One of the additions from summer 2025! This book was fantastic!

The major difference this summer was the weather.  In 2024  it was rainy and cool.  And to be honest—with no pun intended, it left a damper on me.  I almost didn’t want to return.  However, this year things changed—and the weather was extremely compliant.   This year it was incredibly hot and we had not a drop of rain! For two weeks!

Biew from the terrace. The weather was a gift!

And,  as I stated before, we unpacked and headed to Auchan.  Having made most of the list on the plane, there was still room for extras—which is always quite a bit.   Might I add that at this point it was nearing late afternoon so there was a bit of oncoming jet lag.  But it didn’t stop us from spending a long period of time at the supermarket.

Yes. We purchased goodies of all sorts–I picked up 9-euro espadrilles and the pureed gourgettes were absolutely delicious!

And when we arrived back at the apartment, we unpacked the groceries, and I started making dinner.  It was time to enjoy our first aperitif of our stay on the terrace and overlook the Mediterranean Sea.

We traded in Kir Royals for Peche Royals. Tchin. Tchin Baby!

For the next two weeks, we enjoyed the doings of doing nothing except heading to the beach, reading by the pool and swimming.  The excursions we made were purely out of guilt—but not in a bad way.

Where we spend a great deal of time!

We took a boat ride to Ile Saint-Honorat and attended Mass at the Church at the Monastery of Abbaye de Lerins.  The island was beautiful and so incredibly peaceful.  And on the boat ride over we ran into a Muslim gentleman with a group of people with a ton of food.  He explained that every year a group of Muslims and Christians head to the island for a feast and to join and put differences aside.  It was so moving that both Vincent and I got misty-eyed.

The trip to the monestary had us thinking why we hadn’t done this years ago?  Moving forward, it’ll be done again. This was a fantastic day!

Another activity of sorts was to visit the Fondation Maeght in St. Paul de Vence. We’ve visited about four times and it is, hands down, one of my favorite places to visit.  The exhibits are always unique and interesting and the grounds incredibly soothing and calm.

You never know what you’ll come across at Fondation Maeght.  We saw a wonderful dancer and look at all the fun toy cars!

The same day, we headed to Opio to see where Vincent’s grandfather lived. Opio is charming—a bit inland to the back country but nonetheless, beautiful.

Vincent was thrilled to stand at his grandfather’s square.  The maire’s building has quite a number of his grandfather’s paintings.  I wanted to take one but my husband stopped me!

Oh yeah, we went to Cabris where I paid homage to St. Rita and we strolled at a leisurely pace.

Is isn’t an official drive to Cabris unless I stop to say hi to Saint Rita and offer my thanks!

We also played tourist and took the choo-choo train around Cannes.  This was our second time doing this.  And it is always a ton of fun.  The driver stopped at the top of Cannes to allow us to disembark to take photos.  I highly guarantee if you are in Cannes, do this touristy activity—you’ll enjoy yourself!

We played tourist and rode the choo-choo from the port at Cannes all the way to the top.  We did this a couple of years ago and it was so much fun that we did it again!  It was so stinking hot though that I cooled off by storing my cold water bottle in the top of my dress!

Naturally, it would not be a trip if we didn’t head to St. Tropez.  I purchased my annual pair of Rondini sandals and, the weather was so hot that it finally became uncomfortable for me—not for my husband though.  What was different about this trip was it being our only visit to St. Tropez.

More Rondini’s.  A naughty fan I purchased at the flea market. A yacht we were not invited on and more.  St. Tropez is always fun!

A return to Fragonard in Grasse, heading to Marché Forville for produce we also enjoyed.

It’s always a good time to load up on my Fragonard products!

The spices. The food. The flowers. THE MUSHROOMS.  I could have kicked myself in the ass for not buying Morels and bringing them home. I’m a moron for not doing so because they are so incredibly expensive at home and in France are cheap–and they are my favorite mushrooms!

And., I made a friend at the pool.  I heard a voice with an accent. It was a New York one so I followed the voice and luckily met Rena and her husband Jeffrey.   Since our return home, we’ve been trying to find a weekend to get together but we both have busy weekend schedules.  Hopefully, soon we will be able to see them.

A funny thing happened when we returned home.  Co-workers and friends inquired as to why we keep returning to the same spot year after year.  Why spend the money? Don’t you want to see America? Aren’t the French vengeful toward Americans?

Seriously. What’s not to love? I’ve never had ANY Frenchman or woman acting vengeful towards me. In fact, the reception has always been positive!

than my explanation at the beginning of this post—I will address other reasons why we head to France in the summer:  Have you ever looked at the prices of summer rentals at the Jersey Shore or the Hamptons in New York?  They are astronomical.  For the same price or slightly less, we can fly to France, rent the apartment, and relax.  And, quite frankly, if you’ve ever been to Stone Harbor, or Avalon, or the Wildwoods, the amount of Trump flags are sickening.  I have no desire to spend more than a few hours at the NJ beaches.

I don’t have to explain further.  We love it there.  And while we are still in good enough health to get around—it’s perfect.  The other thing is we’re over that age of needed to go clubbing at night.  We go to bed early and rise early—and we enjoy that.  It is the summer vibe.

Besides–where can you get such great food–whether at a restaurant or market–or swim in the sea that has no life-threatening waves, or buy the greatest sunburn spray on earth, or be overwhelmed by the wine choices?

Don’t get me wrong—when we are in NYC, it’s more conducive to be out and about later—much later—especially when we get to see the dress rehearsals or live show of SNL.  But—everything has a vibe!

Even though I am extremely lucky to have seen SNL in person quite a few times, France is always a great place to visit.

So that’s it. It was a busy summer.  From France to Santa Barbara.  From a relaxing vacation to my son’s wedding which was a whirlwind of fun.  I have wonderful memories to look back upon –and those memories get me through the oncoming bleak days of winter season after the holidays.

Do you have great summer memories to look back on?  Let me know!

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Let’s Talk Summer of 2025. Shall We?

Hi everyone!  I am back after a hiatus during most of this summer.  A lot has been going on, and a lot hasn’t been going on.  But, before I continue the goings on of summer, I’ll explain why I haven’t been posting—and I’m sure you will read and say “You know—I can relate”—so here goes!

Since November 5, 2024, my emotional wellness has declined. And I am pretty sure without going into great detail, you can figure out why.  My beautiful America is no longer—and all because of a dictatorship and most politicians who do not care for “We The People” but care only for big business and billionaires saving money on taxes.   Mine eyes, as crossed as they may be, have seen the unglory of the coming of an America that has been divided where hate, and mass-murders of children are the norm.  Hate for brown and black people.  Hate for gay people.  Hate for Jews, Muslims, and Catholics.  Hate for trans people.  There is no longer a “live and let live” or just accept everyone for who they are and let’s move on.  Dude–and Dudettes–freaking stay in your own backyard. Okay?

This basically says it all..and more.

In addition—I’m tired.  Not tired where I want to go to sleep, but emotionally tired. Of working.  Alas, I am working for medical benefits.  I cannot wrap my head around why people don’t want Universal Healthcare.  And don’t bother to argue with me regarding how long it takes to make a doctor’s appointment.  I make my appointments three months in advance and that is with good benefits.

Add to that, I have officially entered the realm of “old people.”   Not only am I using medication to even out my emotional health, but recent bloodwork, left me in a state of crying and reality.  I received the results of recent bloodwork.  First off, allow me to say that I absolutely despise the patient portals that are the “thing” these days.  I saw my blood results before my doctor’s office did and immediately, I thought the worst with the many “abnormal” results I found.  And yes, I went on Dr. Google which made matters two hundred times worse.

Honestly, I am more upset that there are no designer or pretty pill organizers for each day!  This is my reminder that I am now an old person! And there’s nothing wrong with that!

My many abnormals were not that abnormal after all.  My glucose level was slightly elevated—which, later I found out was not bad.  In fact, the only “abnormal” that required attention was a Vitamin D Deficiency of which I am now taking 50,000 ucb’s a week for 12 weeks.  Also, my cholesterol was on the cusp of high and I had the option to take a statin—or not.  I chose to take it.   And now, I have one of those S, M, T, W, T, F, S, plastic pill containers in which to place my BP medication, my Cholesterol Statin, My Vitamin D, and my Zoloft.  My big issue is that the pill containers are aesthetically unpleasant and bland.  I want a pretty one!

Yup! Taking those pills every day now!

And so, there you have it.  However, I have been itching to get back to writing and as I sit here on this final September weekend, the sun is shining.  It is hot and humid outside and  I am soaking in the welcoming of the cooler weather.

Its Fall Dog GIF

I want to be like this dog–except I fear for my knees!

My big decision now is do I start telling you about my summer from the beginning or recently and going back.

I’m going with the recent and backtracking because I have some very good news for you!

Last month my oldest son got married! Yup! Jake got married!  In California.  In Santa Barbara and it was wonderful!

California.  I can absolutely fall in line with this state’s vibe!

My Daughter-in-Law, Juliana, is from California and attended college in Santa Barbara.  Both love the city and decided to have their elopement there.  The wedding was small.  Less than 50 people.  They were married at the Santa Barbara Courthouse, which, in my most humble opinion, was the most beautiful courthouse I’ve ever seen in my life.

The Santa Barbara Courthouse is stunning both inside and out.

Vincent and I flew in very early from Philadelphia on Wednesday morning.  We were at the airport at 3:15 in the morning and got a 6:00 AM flight which had us arriving at LAX at 8:45 AM.  Let me tell you, for a flight that was over five hours, one would think that we would be served at least a bagel with a schmear of cream cheese or the equivalent of a bad egg sandwich on an English muffin.  Nah.  We were offered airline coffee which I refuse to drink.  I opted for a Diet Coke and my favorite Biscoff cookies.

This is what a five-hour flight will get you. American Airlines-do better!

Our airbus didn’t have TV screens.  I did not appreciate that.  You see, I am that person who lives to watch the plane’s tracking in between movies.  It is great fun for me.  It’s the simple things in life.  I had no other option except to make a feeble attempt at shut-eye, which never happened—therefore, I ended up playing Candy Crush and various games on my iPhone for most of the flight.   I also managed to read a good chunk of a book which I finished at our destination.

I’m that person who checks every hour where my flight is.  I couldn’t even do that on my five-hour flight across the USA.  No movies to watch either!

Luckily for me, I was gifted with the window seat and as we made our descent, the view from the aircraft was absolutely stunning.  If only the subject of Geography was stressed more in our educational system, it would not have been so surprising to see the many mountains in California that I never knew existed.  I am not ashamed to admit this—blame it on our educational system.

Geography 101:  California has mountains.  Hence the lyrics “For purple mountains majesty…”  But I did not see any fruited plains.

Oh yeah.  When we landed, I was so stinking hungry so I asked the flight attendants if I could get a package of the Biscoff cookies.  They gifted me with an entire pack of them!  I was so grateful!

I felt so special–especially since it was a five-hour flight! Thank you flight attendants!

My daughter, Oona, my SIL Sam, and the boys arrived the previous weekend because they went to Disneyland so she instructed me on exiting the airport and where to pick up the jitney to the car rental.  We had one checked bag, and the wait for luggage was but mere minutes.

Disney California Adventure Park | Disneyland Resort

They really enjoyed Disneyland because it isn’t as huge as Disneyworld.

The Hertz jitney was waiting at the exit and off we went!  It was about a five-minute drive from the terminal and we were able to pick any car we wanted. Within minutes we entered directions into the GPS and we were off!

Now, despite everything I have heard regarding Los Angeles traffic, we were expecting to be caught in traffic worse than heading to the shore in the summer and much worse than NYC traffic.  As we headed out of LA, traffic was heavy but it moved steadily.  Once out of the confines of Los Angel—eez, the drive was smooth sailing.  Between 405 and the 101 (I sound so Californian) it was a straightforward drive to Santa Barbara.

Saturday Night Live Omg GIF by HULU

Native Californians could not believe that our LA traffic exit wasn’t bad!

Okay, back to Santa Barbara.  We were absolutely floored and stunned at how beautiful the city is.  The Spanish styling of the buildings is incredible and the city is so clean.  It is walkable, and chill and, as an East Coaster for life, I could easily move there and be comfortable—and healthier!

Jake rented a house for us—with Oona and family in the bottom apartment, and Vincent, Roman, and me in the top apartment.   Allow me to go on record as saying I did not want to leave.  The house was two blocks from the beach. Jeez. If I lived there, I would have a standing monthly Dermatologist appointment given how much time spent in the sun at the beach!

The house was incredible!  Vincent, Roman and I stayed in the top apartment and Oona, Sam and the boys stayed downstairs.  I was able to have coffee with Oona every morning!  I have to give a shout out to Haller Coastal Homes--we want this house next summer!

This terrace off the top floor was so stinking charming.  And the trumpet flowers smelled so wonderful!   

Since we were in the house, we ran to a local supermarket for essentials.  Santa Cruz supermarket.  It was a cross between the bodegas I used to frequent when living in NYC and a small grocery store and I was in heaven.  We picked up the best burritos we’ve ever had and, naturally, other essentials but those burritos…

Home - Santa Cruz Market

Fact:  If we lived here, Santa Cruz supermarket would be our go-to.  Hands down, the best burritos that Vincent, Roman, and I ever had!

On Wednesday night Vincent and I babysat for the grandsons.  It was Oona’s birthday and Sam took her out to dinner.  Needless to say, babysitting for the boys was fun! We watched Mickey Mouse cartoons; we gave them cupcakes.  And when Vincent kept asking the boys if he could have a little taste of their cupcakes (he was fooling around), Bennett handed him a crumb.  Then another crumb.  Owen, hid his cupcake and announced to Vincent that his cupcake flew to France!

cupcake GIF

Owen’s flying cupcake!  

And when we put them to bed, I read a few stories and the evening ended with us being so happy to spend time with them.

Thursday was spent at the beach.  While we offered to watch the boys and allow Oona and Sam to relax, I was tasked with going back and forth, with buckets to get water for Bennett’s excavation of sand.  Finally, I had the exercise I lacked in forever!  Vincent was busy at the shoreline with Owen, digging and swimming.

Oona and Sam relaxing at the beach while Bon Pa and Gam Gam take instructions from our bosses–Owen and Bennett.

Uncle Jake and Uncle Roman showed up for a while then it was time to get ready for an evening at The Funk Zone for a gathering of friends and meeting Juliana’s parents.The second we met her parents—it was so comfortable!  No awkward moments either, just great conversation and fun!  It was wonderful to meet Jake and Juliana’s friends as well.  They have a great circle of friendship and it was a fantastic night.

Santa Barbara Spotlight: The Funk Zone — The Narrative Loft

We had so much fun here!  It was a lively evening with everyone!

One thing.  I ordered a cake for Oona’s birthday that was supposed to be a surprise for her at The Funk Zone.  I, being ridiculously trustful of my soon-to-be-three-year-old grandson, told him, along with Owen, that I got a cake for Oona and could they keep a secret and not tell her.  Both boys so innocently looked at me and promised “yes, Gam Gam.”  Owen kept his end of the bargain.  Bennett did not.  He spilled the beans.  And kept spilling them.  Roman ended up asking me why I would trust a toddler with a secret.  I can’t even give a logical answer.  But Bennett was the first to have a slice of the cake, which was delicious!  And Oona did the best job of being surprised!

Friday, the day of the eve of the Rehearsal Dinner, was another relaxing and fun day!  We drove to Montecito to Butterfly Beach.  But my mission was really to see if I could spot Megan Markle because I am a huge fan of hers.  Not successful in the fruits of my labor to spot her, we ended up at East Beach while I read Book Number Two and Vincent sunbathed.  The water was nice.  Cold but nice and the beach a bit on the rocky side.

East Beach.  So nice and quiet!

After heading “home” and changing we walked to the wharf or pier or whatever you want to call it.  Restaurants and gift shops abound; we stopped at a little aquarium and had a most enjoyable time. The weather became very hot but still not uncomfortable.   It felt so good to just walk and not have to be stuck in a car!

Headed to the Warf!

The little aquarium was a lot of fun!

A view of the beach from one side of the warf..

….and from the other side.

Back at the house to get ready, I saw Roman had taken the ironing board and iron out and realized that I am still “mom.”  I pressed his shirt and pants.  Then it was off to change and walk over to Hotel Milo, where Jake, Juliana and others were staying.  We took a trolley to Arnoldi’s Café where the event was held.  A cocktail hour of delicious beverages, bocci ball, appetizers that had me going back for more…and more…yes, and more, lively conversation and a wonderful Italian meal.  Hours later we trollied back and called it a night before the big day!

 

I wore this cute Lilly Pulitzer dress!

Welcome to dinner!

The table awaits..

Our place settings..

..and this little gift from my daughter-in-law.  Yes. I got very misty-eyed.

Respecting their privacy,  I had to showcase Juliana’s dress. It was spectacular and she looked like a model in it.  Jake looked rather dandy as well!

Saturday THE big day!  I wasn’t losing a son but was gaining a daughter-in-law and could not be happier!   After coffee with my daughter, I headed back upstairs to get ready.  But before I could get ready, I had some additional ironing to do.  Roman asked me to iron his shirt. It needed to look wrinkle-free as he was Best Man.  A few moments later, Oona came downstairs and asked me to iron my grandsons’ shirts as they were the ring bearers.  I also ironed her dress.  I cannot begin to describe the joy in feeling a sense of purpose as a mom again—even if for less than a half hour!

Mother Clothes GIF by DEEPSYSTEM

Nothing says “Mom-with-a-purpose” than ironing their clothing.  I was in mom heaven to iron!

Next it was time for Vincent and I to get ready.  Dressed in the Calvin Klein dress I wore for Oona’s wedding—which was now tighter, and heels that just about killed me, we were off to head to the ceremony, we met the trolley took at Hotel Milo which transported us to the Santa Barbara Courthouse!  As one not having a lot of experiences with Courthouses, I cannot imagine any others being as beautiful as the one in Santa Barbara!  It looks like a Spanish palace!  And passing by the judge’s chambers on the way to take photographs, I thought it was a Chapel only to find out it wasn’t.  I was stunned!  The ceremony was wonderful.  Jake’s best friend was the officiant, and it brought happy tears to my eyes to see this newly-wedded couple and the love vibes emanating from them!

Same dress.  Same hair. It was a lovely day!

Vincent didn’t know how to take photos on my iPhone until I sat down–LOL!

Burnt orange flowers symbolize Jake’s love for his beloved University of Texas at Austin!

Mr. and Mrs!  Honestly, the judges chamber where they were married was nicer than many churches I’ve been in!

Santa Barbara County Courthouse - Visit Santa Barbara

Apparently, the Santa Barbara Courthouse is a popular place for weddings.  There were quite a few that day.  It is a gorgeous structure!

The weather was perfect and we trollied to La Paloma, the restaurant where the reception was held.  The food at La Paloma was outstanding as was the entire event.  Lots of fun, lots of merriment and lots of dancing.  Due to an early flight back East and unpredictable traffic to LAX, we left early.  So did Oona and Sam and the boys.  Roman stayed on but he did wake up to get a lift to the airport from us.

At the reception.  We were having too much fun to take photos. The food was out of this world delicious.  Lots of dancing,great music and a fun time was had by all!

Flowers lined the pathway up the stairs to the dance floor.

Owen was a dancin’ machine.  At one point we all gathered around him chanting “Go Owen. Go Owen. Go Owen”!

Upon our return to the house, I sacrificed my shoes to the Blessed Mother because that night, I realized I can no longer exist as a human by wearing high heels anymore.  From now on it’s kitten heels!

Sunday; Last minute tidying up at the house, packing the car, at 7:00 AM Vincent, Roman, and I were road bound.  We took a last drive through Santa Barbara before heading to 101 and onto the airport.  Sunday morning traffic was not bad at all!   Dropped the car off, took the jitney to the terminals, said goodbye to Roman and mentally prepared to return home.

Goodbye house in Santa Barbara. Goodbye Jake and Juliana. Goodbye to the West Coast but we will be returning–and that’s a great thing!

Going through TSA, dropping luggage off and heading to the gate was a smooth transition.   But then—when we arrived at the gates, it appeared American Airlines was having the usual ridiculous delays.  An 8:00 AM flight didn’t leave until 11:00 AM.  A flight to Chicago had a crew that didn’t show up so everyone had to be rebooked and reticketed.  I felt bad for those travelers.  For us, the plane was delayed but not tremendously so.  Leaving California made me sad.  It was sad to leave my three kids and grandkids.  It was sad to leave Jake and Juliana.  I feel I made new friends—especially with my daughter-in-law’s parents.  I certainly did not want to return to work.   And as we touched down in Philly, and got home at close to midnight, it was a wonderful feeling to get back into our bed!

Departing L.A. As a borne New Yorker, I cannot believe to admit it but…I would move to California in a heartbeat.

Up in the clouds and back to Philly!

The next day, I took off from work and am now filled with great memories.  That is what life is about—celebrating and the wonderful memories!

Bought two baseball caps for my collection and Oona surprised me with a Santa Barbara Christmas ornament!  Ahhhh…the ending to a perfect few days!

Next post:  Our time in France!

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A Loss of Innocent Times. Rest in Peace Brian Wilson.

Brian Wilson’s passing earlier this week has left me with an emotional void. It is that loss of an innocent time.  It is like the last of my childhood has left permanently and all that’s left are memories……

Brian Wilson performs with the Beach Boys in New York's Central Park on June 15, 2012.

In  2012 when he returned to performing.

It’s weird.  Whenever I’ve been asked what my favorite musical groups or musicians are, I’ve never once said “The Beach Boys” or added Brian Wilson to the mix.   The group, along with Wilson were just always….there!  Like a pair of comfortable, broken in Weejun loafers that I have had for decades-both were the “old reliable” of music.

The Beach Boys - from left, Carl Wilson, Dennis Wilson, Mike Love, Al Jardine and Brian Wilson - are seen in 1964.

I love this photo by Getty Images.  In Front:  Dennis Wilson, Al Jardine.  In Back: Carl Wilson, Mike Love, Brian Wilson.   They are just so All-American!

During my teen years and my obsession with Jimi Hendrix, The Kinks, Creedence, James Brown, Crosby, Stills Nash, and Young—The Beach Boys were my silent favorites.  Not a guilty pleasure at all—that was ABBA.  However, I never realized that they were a favorite group.  Kind of like The Beatles if you know what I mean.An ode to 'Pet Sounds': the enduring genius of Brian Wilson

For critics and fans alike, Pet Sounds is a favorite album!

For me, I remember the first times I heard this completely American group. 1963.  Pre-British Invasion.  Sufrin’ USA.  On the way to Rockaway Beach with my Aunt Terry and her friends.  I was eight years old.  Aunt Terry and her friends were 23—the prime age for listening to pop music on the radio. Surfin’ USA was a fun song.  At eight years old and a New York, East Coast child, I had no idea what surfing was.  I know only that it must have been something only Americans did and the lyrics woke me up to a new way of how Californians dressed—baggy shorts, huarache sandals (which I later wore in my teen years) and a bushy, bushy blonde hairdo—I was fascinated; especially since I was fish -belly pale with pitch black hair!

Who’s that guy nestled between Dennis and Carl Wilson?  It’s David Marks–an early member of the Beach Boys!

The next year, 1964, I heard another song by the Beach Boys.  This time at a family cookout that my mother’s family had.  Her large family’s summer cookouts were the best!  All of us Gorman cousins around the same age, playing, eating, swimming, and listening to the music of both our parents and teenaged cousins.  At nine years old, “Fun, Fun, Fun” gave me the cinematic story in my mind that when I would start to drive, I would be that girl with a T-Bird that my daddy would take away.  Again, it was another fun song of innocence and images of having the very best time in a young life!

BangShift Daily Tune Up: “Fun, Fun, Fun (Now That Daddy Took The T-Bird Away)” The Beach Boys (1964)

That T-Bird is Fun, Fun, Fun but those haircuts are not..

Okay girls.  I believe we all wanted to be Suzanne Sommers driving this T-Bird.  Fun. Fun. Fun!

1965, brought the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, and the invasion of the Brits.  But the Beach Boys still stood strong and Paul McCartney had no qualms pontificating that Brian Wilson’s Beach Boys were the Beatles biggest threat.  The song?  “Help Me Rhonda” and at ten years old, I fully couldn’t quite understand how this girl named Rhonda would help Brian get another girl outta his heart.  But the song was catchy and the lyrics simple, the beat perfect and again, a great summer song.

The British Invasion: 60 Years Of Influence

Yeah, yeah, yeah.  The Brits invaded us with music but to my parents, it was the start of…The Troubles (IYKYK)z 9403721_orig

“Help Me Rhonda, yeah. GIT ‘her outta my heart”.  Check it out. Written by Brian Wilson.  Produced by Brian Wilson.  At that time, he was an anomaly.  A genious anomaly at that!

And as Brian Wilson’s struggles with mental health commenced and became progressively worse, his music became less about fun per se, and more about emotions.  Still upbeat but not as “fun” or “devil-may-care.”  I remember in 1968 buying the Smiley Smile album.  The album came out in 1967 and I listened to that album non-stop.  The songs were different.  The harmonies more complex but at the same time beautiful.  “Heros and Villains,” one of my favorite Beach Boys songs is on the album.  Sadly, this underappreciated album didn’t do well in sales and I remain defending it as one of their best next to Pet Sounds.

Brian Wilson, composing Smile on a Sandbox

Composing music in his home, in his sandbox. After his breakdown.

Wilson was a genius.  When others were imprisoned by studio executives, Wilson stood strong is his writing, and producing his group’s songs.  He was nobody’s fool.  Due to his mental state, his life wasn’t easy and it is heartbreaking to see how he suffered, yet continued to make beautiful music.

Beach Boys' Brian Wilson: The tale of his lost rap song

Brian Wilson as producer.  So young and yet his vision WAS the most profound American rock/pop group of all time.

The last Beach Boys album I had was “Surf’s Up” that I received for Christmas when I was 16 years old.  It was quirky but harmonious at the same time. But it was a departure from the Brian Wilson years.  Bruce Johnston’s “Disney Girls” is, in my opinion, the best song on the album—an homage to more innocent times and it is just beautiful—it’s amazing that he wrote in in the late 1950’s but remained current in 1971.
Surf's Up: Scott's seven summer send-offsI remember this album cover so well.  There was a darkness to it that foresaw the ending of The Beach Boys as we knew them.

Life has a way of nearly forgetting songs from childhood through teen years, and when my son, Jake, was in kindergarten, his class sang “Kokomo” at the school’s talent show.  The song is cheesy and lame.  Brian Wilson had nothing to do with the song, Mike Love, his cousin wrote it with others.  But—because my son sang it with his class, this ridiculous tune holds great sentimental value and I never fast forward whenever I hear it.

I stopped listening to The Beach Boys when Mike Love took over—especially when he added John Stamos to the mix.  The new Beach Boys politics do not meld with me.   They no longer personify the America I grew up with and loved.

But when I heard of Brian Wilson’s passing, I could not help but head to my Spotify on my iPhone and be brought back to my childhood-into-teen years and listen to his talent of harmonies and the innocence of his early songs.   Listening to them brought tears to my eyes because I miss those times.  I miss the music.  But I am thankful to Brian Wilson for his talent and his gift of beautiful music.

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Rest in Peach Brian Wilson, and thank you for your gift of music.

Rest in Peace Brian.  I am sure you and Carl and Dennis are in another place entertaining the universe with your ethereal harmonies.

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Let Us Discuss Summer Dressing for the Mature Woman!

But first, a word from me.  Do you watch Jeopardy?  It is one of my favorite shows; and naturally my husband and I love to play along.

Anyway, I have always had my favorite contestants.  My first, from 1990 was Frank Spagenberg, a NYC transit cop.  Then came Amy Schneider from 2021. She knocked Frank out from my first-place favorite then Frank became second and Amy, first.  Then, I recently christened a new favorite; 20-year-old University of Chicago student Liam Starnes.  Liam took first place in my favorites, bumped Amy to second place and Frank into third.

My three all-time favorite Jeopardy contestants.  L to R, Liam Starnes, Amy Schneider and Frank Spangenbert.  If you know, you know!

I know. I know. It’s not normal but—that’s the way I roll. This 20-year-old can’t even drink yet and did very well in the drink category.  His demeanor was so chill and he just came across as so nice.  I was pissed off when he lost—not at him.  Just pissed at the contestant who won.

And although I miss Alex Trebek, he, as well as I give Ken Jennings a thumbs up as his replacement!

My anger notwithstanding, I now look forward to Liam playing in the Jeopardy Tournament of Champions in 2026.

Okay, back to the subject matter.  It’s about dressing for summer.  That time of year when the heat index climbs.  And climbs.  Humidity lingers.  And lingers. And lingers.  And as we have aged, it can be daunting to wear less clothing.  I think back to the days of running around in bikini top and cut-off shorts.  Before I had children.

And when the kids were young, I still dressed in shorts and a tee.  Wearing dresses only to go out or as a coverup for the beach.

Honestly, if I were a male, I would be dressed like this all summer!

Alas. That was then and this is now. And it’s how I changed up my summer wardrobe due to changes in my body.  I’m not saying the changes are due to age—simply because if I was toned and took better care of my physical being, I would continue to generate to what I wore when I was young and spritely!

The change commenced when I switched my winter wardrobe for my summer.  About a month ago.

I tried dresses on.  I am serious.  Once the weather changes to warm, warmer, and hot—I cannot wear a lot of clothes.  Especially pants.  The pants are way too confining.  Do not even mention jeans—when I see anyone wearing denim during the summer, I get a hot flash!  I’ll wear wide-legged linen pants due to comfort but 90 percent of the time it is a frock!

I wore this outfit to work last week. It is in reserve for those cool days but after Memorial day, the pants will be packed away! I just can’t do it.

So, the short dresses will do for a heated day at the hospital when the air conditioning isn’t kicking in and I will wear at home or to the beach.  But here is why I am no longer a fan.

Although I love these dresses, my legs have aged out.  I do not say that in a negative way whatsoever.  It’s just that they no longer do me justice unless I have a deep tan.  Will I bring these on vacation?  One or two for the beach–otherwise, no.

Below are two more shorter dresses.  The Margot dress by Lilly Pulitzer, these two frocks were purchased in 2019 and have been worn since.  The dress falls just above the knee.  A perfect length.  Sadly, the dress has, again, been discontinued by the brand.   I don’t understand the need to discontinue a dress that is popular.   This is a swing dress that is incredibly flattering to our age demographic. It flows beautifully.  The colors shout “Summertime”.  It is perfect for whatever brings your day or evening.  These will be packed for vacation and for a later trip this summer to California!

These pics were from a 2019 blog post and I’m still writing about them! The Margot dress may have been discontinued but, I’m still wearing it!

The old lady legs.  I dunno about you but the legs that were once pale but sans age spots and crepe-paper thighs—not to mention the blue tint from the veins taking precedence over thinning skin- have a lot going on these days.  I can’t pinpoint when this phenomenon took place, but it seemingly happened between this past winter and spring—just in time to greet my 70th birthday.

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Although my skin is much paler than this image, the knees are the same as are the thighs.  For me, it’s a part of aging that I must face. And I’ll deal with it by changing my wardrobe.  A bit.

To be honest, I can deal with the aged hands.  I find that constantly applying hand lotion, helps a bit to keep them soft.  And when the hands are soft, the aging process doesn’t look very aging.  I can deal with the turkey neck because at this point, it is what it is.  The upper arms as mud flaps?  Yeah. I’m okay with that as well.  When the temperature rises, I need to be cool or I will be very cranky. Mine arms have seen the glory and now that they have, my memories are good ones.  The facial wrinkles.  I am also okay with. I do not jump up and down with glee every time I locate a new wrinkle or age spot, but do know how to apply makeup so it is what it is.  Besides, I haven’t reached that all-time big lottery jackpot so I cannot afford a face lift.  One must deal with it.

I’ve come to terms and acceptance regarding my hands.  Proud of my patience with growing my natural nails, I just apply hand lotion daily.  Three times or more.  It’s become and obsessive thang.

It is the appearance of the imperfections of the legs that have me missing the days of my youthful body.   Sadly, the genetic pool has gifted me with my dad’s pasty-Irish-fish-belly white skin.  My mother had beautiful olive skin and her legs always looked beautiful.  But other than the fake tan, I have learned to appreciate the maxi-dress! (HEY!  Do you remember my post from 2016 that I wrote about Maxi dressing?  When I had hair?  Well–here it is!  My 2016 post

Old Navy gray sleeveless maxi without jacket.

I still have this dress from 2016. Actually, I have two. And I’m still wearing them. And I still have those sandals.  The only thing I don’t have is my hair! LOL!

Yes. Both the Maxi and, in an odd way, the just longer-than-midi dress.Midi’s have never been my thing because they tend to fall at a very unflattering length—but if you find the right style, you are in good shape!

Let’s look.  Shall we?

CAVEAT:  Be that as it may, I do try to be as sustainable as possible.  However, there are times when my budget does not allow my sustainability to be put into place.  And there should be no judgement from others.  Many older folks are on a limited income and yet they receive toxic remarks regarding what kinds of clothing they wear.  Off the bat, I will tell you some of these items below are from fast-fashion.  And I am not going there to argue.

The Maxi Dress:  Below are dresses I currently have in my closet. Actually, some of them are on my bed to be packed for our return to France next month.  Let’s go!

This is a new maxi from Lilly Pulitzer.  Very Grecian.  And comfortable. I have a couple of weddings to attend this summer and this is perfect for a special rehearsal dinner I will be attending.  I don’t even have to shave my legs!

The dress below has been with me since 2019.  This month it is 6 years old. It was purchased for my daughter, Oona’s bridal shower. Another Lilly Pulitzer. This is the now, discontinued Wynne Dress (my maiden name).  And remains one of my all-time summer favorite maxi dresses.  It has stretch and the  pattern helps to disguise my belly bits! This is such a great “mature” woman maxi. If you ever see this on a resale sight.  Grab it!  I also take great care of these dresses because they are discontinued.  I wore the green one many times last summer in France and they are coming back with me!

My first Wynne Dress.  How I love this one and cannot understand..

..how the hell Lilly Pulitzer discontinue this gem of a frock..

The trifecta of the Wynne dress.  It’s extremely flattering..

Flattering AND practical because, the patterns help  draw attention away from the belly bits.  The slit makes movement easier for those who wear the dress and the neckline is perfect. Not too high and not too low. A beautiful scoop neck!

Now for the dresses that I shall be judged upon.  All four below are “fast” fashion.   And guess what? I love them!  The gray one is from Old Navy and it is the one I have had since 2016.  That is nine years. For nine summers I have worn this dress and it has treated me well.  I have two of the same and the shape has remained intact.  It has not stretched out. It washes beautifully–and trust me, this has been washed many times since 2016!

The far left is from Shein. The second from Temu, and the last dress from Shein. All are flattering for the mature woman due to the fabric.  The Shein dresses have stretch, but at the same time tuck the bits in.  Both have adjustable straps so depending on the top portion of your body, you can lift the girls up if need be.   Both are great dresses for a night out, vacation, or running errands, if you will. The Temu dress is ridiculously comfortable and can be worn two ways. The regular way has a V neck.  Worn backward, the neckline is higher. The fabric is soft and flowy. Very Boho.  This and the Shein dresses were all under 12 USD and purchased prior to the tariffs.

Don’t judge these fast fashion cuties.  The gray dress has been with me since 2016. To have an inexpensive dress for that many years and worn many, many, many times–well, I have pricey dresses that have not lasted that long!

How about those other lengths?  The midi and ankle?  Although midi dresses can be awkward in length, it is a variable. For me, I tend to go with the longer, midi/ankle dress because when my calves are cut into half, it doesn’t work.

Not quite maxi and not quite midi. Another Temu purchase which I also have in black. The bottom fabric is twill while the top is a jersey-type stretch. I LOVE this dress.  When I wore it to work, I received a ton of compliments. It has pockets!  The length is flattering AND for those of us with hips–it’s gorgeous due to the flare.  In addition, if you have a long torso, it won’t appear to be an empire waisted frock .  It is simple and just wonderful for the mature body.  Remember–this was also purchased pre-tariff so I don’t know what the price would be currently.

Below is a true midi.  While I like the dress due to the 1970’s vibe, I wish it were longer, heading into maxi territory.  Still, it is a good summer work dress. I wore this to work earlier this week. The temp was hot and I was extremely comfortable!

The 1970’s vibe on this dress brings back memories.  The stretch component is also very mature body friendly!

When you find a dress you love–you buy a couple more–just in case.  This dress was purchased last spring at Old Navy.   I remember spending 12 USD on the dress, on sale and ran back to purchase two more.  In the same color. With a high neck, it hides the turkey if need be. The adjustable straps allow for  a personalized fit and the dress has a very, very, light flare.  It is a true midi but extremely flattering to the legs.   A simple strapless bra works wonders under this delight!

This also washes beautifully. And it is all-age appropriate. 

Below is another Old Navy dress. The brand’s website advertises it as a maxi but to me, it isn’t.  It’s just above the ankle.  This was purchased last summer but  is  akin to  the ribbed dress that is on sale for USD 19.99.   Personally, I think it is a great deal because it is very summer-friendly.

Another Old Navy dress from last year. 

 

Lets face it.  Summer clothing goes through more abuse than winter ones. We sweat. We get caught in unexpected sun showers or thunderstorms.  We go on vacation by the beach and the salted-water air can wreak havoc on fabric.  That’s why I really don’t like to spend a lot of money on my summer wardrobe.  I cannot speak for everyone but as I have aged,  I’ve become aware that I need to dress within my budget.  And you know what?  Fast fashion can be ethically wrong, but tell me, are you aware that brands such as J. Crew, Banana Republic and others have items made in third-world countries?  Even high-end clothing is made in China.  So lets be real here.    Take care of your clothes and the clothes will take care of you.  No matter how old you are!

Clothing shouldn’t be limited to who should and should not wear it.  But there comes a time when we need to take a good look at what works for our aged bodies!

Thoughts are always welcomed!

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Face Tints and More for the Mature Woman!

It’s no surprise that I turned 70 earlier this month.  My celebration lasted quite a while from a weekend in New York City that was gifted by my three children to a fantastic dinner last night at our favorite restaurant—Springmill Café in Conshy!

I’m still over-the-moon thinking of my NYC weekend!

And while I am absolutely blessed to have made it to 70, there have been changes that, I would be lying and completely dishonest if I said they didn’t bother me.

One of those changes is in my skin.  Those changes occurred starting at around 50 years, with noticing more lines and wrinkles and slightly drier skin both on my face and body.  I think the biggest changes, though, took place during the past few years.

My hands now look like “old lady” hands.  Those age spots and crinkles are quite visible.  However, I did manage to, after decades, grow out my natural nails and get regular manicures.

Hands are the biggest sign of age. I remember a time when my hands were as smooth as a baby’s behind.  They still are but with the texture of a baby hippo!

It’s the changes in my face that I’ve noticed the most. My complexion has gotten ruddier.  Spots on my face seemingly popped up overnight—and I am not talking about cute freckles either!  The drier skin has made exceptions for actual dry patches.  The eyelids have morphed into crepe paper, making it difficult to apply liner.

Don’t let anyone fool you. THIS is 70-year old skin without any makeup or enhancement.  Decades of sun damage. Age spots. Wrinkles. Ruddiness and uneven skin texture–and disappearing brows. It ain’t pretty folks.  But I know how to work it!

UPDATE:  In February of 2024, I wrote a blog post regarding Il Makiage Foundation.  In the course of a year, this foundation no longer works for me.  I no longer order and have had a challenge trying to stop my subscription but I am pushing the dates back until my card expires.  My skin has just changed and I’m annoyed that Il Makiage makes it difficult to cancel.   Here’s my review in case you hadn’t read it.  Il Makiage Review

Application of makeup has also changed.  I’m more mindful of how I’m applying.  And, as less-is more at this juncture, ALL foundation has been thrown into the trash and my new best friends are skin tints.

Not allota product can change the appearance so let’s go……….

Another thing of note.  Since I’m purchasing less makeup—I’m spending more on individual items and brands—simply because I am worth it. Add to the fact, drug store prices have risen astronomically so for a few dollars more, I’m treating my skin!

So let us commence and I shall share the products that I’m using presently and I’ll let you know which are my favorites!  Note. This is cosmetics only. I’ll get to skincare in another post but I do make sure skin is cleaned, and serum and moisturizer is applied!

And Embryolisse remains my GOAT of moisturizers before applying cosmetics.

The concealers and/or eye brighteners.  Call them what you will. They are applied to the eyes to brighten, conceal blueness and discoloration.  I use two and will tell you which I prefer.

First, DRMTLGY Luminous Eye Corrector.  Yes. I ordered two products from this brand. This Eye Corrector is one of the products.  It is said to cover discoloration and acts as a “brightener” and also “vanishes” fine lines.  The cost? 44 USD.

The applicator actually feels great and gives a cooling effect when applying. The issue is that when you “pump” the tube, way too much pruduct comes out. And when one is spending forty-four bucks, that can be very wasteful.

It definitely does the job with brightening–I’ll give them that.  And the application is smooth. But my lines do not vanish.  That is what drives me crazy.  There is no need to to add it vanishes fine lines.  Just go with the brightening and correcting and it’ll be fine.

Is it aging and mature-skin friendly.  Yeah. “Vanishing” fine lines withstanding, it is friendly to older skin.

Do I like this? Yeah. But for the price, I would not repurchase. Overall the product is good but the amount of money for too much product to be pumped out unless you know to use a LIGHT HAND, I can’t justify the repurchase. Again–it’s a good product and if it were less than 25 USD, I would repurchase…

Overall, a good product but for $44, I cannot justify a repurchase.

Glossier Stretch Balm Concealer:  I love this. And have been using it for years.  In fact, I have two unopened boxes as backup.  In my humble opinion, Glossier products, while advertised mostly to attract a younger demographic, are incredibly mature-skin friendly!

Glossier Stretch Concealer G10 Is A Light Neutral Shade 0.17 oz / 4.8 G

I’m going with a stock photo because you do not want to see what my little pot looks like. It’s almost all gone….

 

The texture LOOKS like it could be dry and cakey but it isn’t. Honestly, this is the greatest concealer.  I don’t use it only on my eyes.  I have a very red nose and it covers the redness. This is a great product!

Here’s the thing about this product. It is definitely a godsend for dry skin.  I’ve read many reviews that state it is somewhat greasy.  It isn’t.  At least on drier, mature skin it isn’t greasy at all.  I prefer this to the DRMTLGY correcter because it does correct and does a better job at covering discolorations while brightening at the same time.  I apply with a tiny beauty sponge and it does a beautiful job. The wrinkles stay but this is quite hydrating.  And at  22 USD, it is a very, very good deal.  Glossier Stretch Balm Concealer is also great in that you do NOT need a lot of product.  I’ve had my opened pot for over a year. This is a definite repurchase for me.

The Main Event:  FACE TINTS Originally, this post was to be exclusively about the face tints that I use and like and or don’t care for.  However, you know me and my penchant for jumping from one thing to another.  But, these are the products I really wanted to focus on.  All but one of these are great.  Let’s move on, shall we?

Stay with me friends–I know this is gonna be long but all but one are worth repurchasing!

WAIT!  I left one of my favorites out of the group! How could I do this?

Serum Face Tint by Typology.  So nice, I purchased twice…

Well, I didn’t completely forget. I added it to a previous photo meant for this post!

Starting off with the  Serum Face Tint by Typology I’m a fan.   You need but a drop or two to apply the product to your face.  NOTE: I apply all the face tints with my fingers and smooth with my palms.  It’s the best way and the coverage is just enough to get rid of the ruddiness and even out the skin.  Flaws such as age spots aren’t going to be completely hidden but remember these are NOT foundations. They are a different product alltogether.

The formula is more of a liquid but it is nice and light.  What I’m NOT crazy about is the “dropper”.  Although it is very sanitary, I have to squeeze the rubberized top a few times to get a drop or two. It isn’t a deal-breaker though because the product is very good.  At 44.90 USD, Typology Serum Face Tint is a bit pricey but for use on the entire face with a minimum amount of product, it’s worth it.

Now, I’m gonna go there.  The product is made in France. There are no stores in the States where you can purchase–the products can be purchased online only and the only “store” they are sold at is Printemps in Paris.  I do not know if the pricing has been affected by the tariffs but since tariffs are now in effect, I’m not purchasing until further notice.  I have enough products.

Bobbi Brown Tinted Moisturizer. This is the one I am not crazy about–in fact, I am purging it.  

Bobbi Brown Tinted Moisturizer:  This was purchased some time ago in the clearance area of TJ Maxx.  It has since been repackaged and, I believe rebranded. The cost is, at Nordstrom, 48 USD. I don’t think it is worth it, but other might disagree.  For me, it is too yellow.  Years ago, when Oona was in high school, she was a fan. I purchased the foundation and it was just too yellow. Some things don’t change.  I found this to have a nice texture but when the shade doesn’t work. It isn’t worth the effort to keep it.  Luckily, I paid about six bucks for it.

MAC Studio Radiance

VERY liquidy but does a decent job of evening out the skin tone!

I have NO idea why this is referred to as a fact and body FOUNDATION. My thought process is this USED to be called a skin tint but I do believe it was rebranded because perhaps as a skin tint it didn’t sell.

There is definitely a learning curve to this product because it IS very liquidy but once you get the gist, it’s smooth sailing.  I use my fingers and hands and, at times, pat with a beauty sponge. I use this only on my face and not my body!

Anyway, (because we all know that AnywayS is not a word) this product is very good. I purchased the old skin tint by MAC and purchased this and they are both the same. Light coverage. Second skin. It’s fine and at 44 USD, it seems to be the average price of these tints!

THIS.  Perfect for summer and any outdoor activities all year.

ELTA MD UV Clear Tinted Face Sunscreen:  Having had skin cancer thrice, when I’m outdoors–which is mostly in summer because in winter I hibernate like a momma bear, I purchased this at my dermatologist’s office.  What a shock when I received a full-price refund because my medical insurance covered the cost! and at 42 USD that was a nice surprise.

The texture is akin to a mousse. The pump distributes the perfect amount of product.  This comes out of the can looking darker but like a miracle just blends into your skin to enhance your natural skin tone.  At first, it feels just a tad dry, then the dryness dissipates and it feels like nothing! This is a summer staple.

This sunscreen is EXCELLENT and, if you can be lucky to purchase from your derm, maybe your medical insurance will reimburse you!

You can see from the looks of the cap that I use this A LOT! And I do!

GLOSSIER Perfecting Skin Tint: *Sigh* Why doesn’t Glossier start marketing this to mature audiences?  Again, like the MAC skin tint, there was a learning curve to this because it is very liquidy.  However, once you get it, you can’t help but have this on hand at all times.  This filthy-capped bottle is my fourth over the course of a few years.  I used to switch between foundation and skin tint but now, it’s purely the tint.  On days when I ponder whether to just go bare-faced or not, I reach for this.  Again, I apply with fingers and palm and it just blends in beautifully.  It doesn’t cover. It just leaves a nice finish to my skin and at this point–many days, that’s all I want.  Glossier Perfecting Skin Tint comes in at 28 USD for a 1 oz bottle.  I have to say, Glossier products are priced VERY fairly and are so worth the money.  My only gripe with the brand is they don’t realize who mature-skin friendly their products are.  It’s a shame!  But then, maybe the pricing would rise so I’ll keep my mouth shut.  For now.

I like this much better than the corrector. And it’s more cost-effective.

DRMTLGY Universal Tinted Moisturizer  How can this be 29 USD when the small corrector is 44?  Explain this to me because I am confused.  This is a GREAT value for the money.  It is the best product I’ve ever purchased from Instagram advertising. Not a mousse, but not a runny liquid, it is somewhere in the middle. I like the pump as a ton of product doesn’t pour out.  It looks darker than when applied, and, again, goes on like a second skin.

You can subscribe to this product and will save a few dollars as the subscription price is 23.20 USD but I would be hesitant to subscribe and here’s why:  I subscribed to I’l Makiage.  The product is impossible to cancel and my only recourse is, as explained earlier in this post, to wait till my credit card expires or pushing back the date of the next order.  I am not a fan of subscriptions but you can use your judgement on that.  I think the 29 dollar price point is very fair.

OVERALL Thoughts on Skin Tints:  I’m a fan.  Trust me, aging  wreaks havoc on your skin–especially if you’ve been a beach lover or sun lover all your life.  Sun damage can be controlled but it cannot be reversed. Neither can the process of wrinkles or ruddiness or age spots and yada yada.  However, we can enhance what we have with products and these skin tints are wonderful for aged skin.  The key is chosing what works for you.

Since I have various brands, I rotate them.  Nothing special to my method with the exception of the Glossier. I really do use it on days when I have to ponder going bare faced–usually to work.

WAIT! THERE’s MORE!  You really didn’t think I would stop at the skin tints–dis you?   Before I go on, however, you know how much I despise shilling?  And I never want my blog to turn into a sea of advertisement. That’s why if I recommend a product where I receive a commission, I am transparent about it. Below is that product. And it is effing great…..

The greatest gel eyeliner for mature eyes……… Drumroll please…

Revant Cosmetics Gel Pencil Eyeliner:  First off, this is advertised for  Mature eyes and, I have to say, it is true.  I stopped wearing eyeliner a while ago. It was just becoming an annoyance to me.  The liquid liner was getting stuck in creases and just became one big mess.  Pencils were skipping on the crepe paper texture of my lids and when I tightlined, the liners were settling on my lower lids.  I’m not even going where the liners turned into “gunk” and collected in my tear ducts. That drove my husband cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs and he was constantly running after me with a tissue to wipe the gunk off.

It’s unfortunate because  wearing glasses–without liner my eyes have a tendancy to disappear.  The other unfortunate thing is my lazy-crossed eye. Eye liner allowed me to use the liner so that my eye could appear a bit more normal.

Then something happened.  Revant reached out to me to see if I wanted to try their liners.  I said yes but my expectations were low.

Oh yes.  My low expectations were low for a VERY short time!

I was sent a box of the various colors of pencils.  Black. Charcoal. Brown. Green. and Purple.     All the colors are wonderfully intense with, for me, the exception of the purple. The purple doesn’t make my eyes pop and I look a bit as though I was crying.  Which, is no big deal because not every color works for everyone.    And because my daughter’s coloring lends itself better to brown brow products and mascara and liner, I gave her the liner–and she loves it!

A boxfull of liner!  But did they do the job?

Surprisingly, I was blown away with the green.  Green shadow has never worked for me at all–but this green gel liner pencil works beautifully. It’s crazy! The green is intense and just really looks nice with my hazel eyes.   I use the black, the charcoal and the green on rotation.

But–is the gel eyeliner worth the 20 USD for one pencil?  Is it worth buying multiples as the price is lowered per each when you buy two or three at a time?

Yes. It is. My crossed-eyes are extremely happy.  THIS LINER STAYS PUT!  It’s astounding.  The liner doesn’t collect on the bottom waterline when applied to the top for tightlining.  The liner glides on and doesn’t skip or snag in those crepe-paper spots on the lids.  My husband is thrilled because he is no longer wasting tissues and running after me because there is no gunk collecting in my tear ducts!

The sharpener really works to keep the pencil pointy!

And, having sensitive eyes, application is a cinch.  There is also an added sharpener at the end of the pencil.  This is greatly appreciated because lord knows how many sharpeners I own that don’t work on every pencil. I love a sharp point and this works without wasting a ton of product.

Honestly, if you are a fan of eyeliner, as I am, then this is an epic liner.  The folks at Revant have also given me a code:  ATYPICAL allowing you to save ten percent on your order. That is in addition to any other sales the brand has.    I’m going to use my own code to order more!

Other Bits:  I flip flop between eyeshadow sticks and powder. My preference is powder and always neutrals as the sticks can dry out and surprisingly, can be difficult to work with.

Powder:  I ALWAYS powder under my eyes.  Why?  One word:  Mascara.  Powdering lightly keeps the mascara from turning me into a racoon-eyed monster.  The powder that I use is Chanel. It is so finely milled it is like air. It does not cake up. It is beautiful.

Contour and blush. I’m not big on contour because I’m lazy AF. If there is a special occasion, I’ll add and I do prefer the Fenty stick in Amber.  I’ve had it forever and I’m sure it’s expired but it still does the job.  Same with blush. I  have liked the Tarte Cheek Stain  for over a decade. Mine is so old that the packaging has changed but I checked on the website and it’s on sale for 15 USD so if you are interested.  Again, I’m sure this is expired but I don’t care. No welts have appeared on my face yet.

So that’s it.  I do want to thank the folks at Revant for sending me the eyeliners and if I am raving, then you know those shadows are excellent. Give ’em a try. You won’t be disappointed!

See? From this to that! It doesn’t take much. Just some face tint and a great liner and some gloss on the lips and a great head of fake hair and you’re good to go!

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An Early 70th Birthday in New York City!

It has been a while since my last blog post but mentally, I am not there.  The effects of the political administration have made me both physically and emotionally ill.  However, I need to shake it off and so, this past weekend was the well-needed cure….

In three weeks, I will be 70 years old. Truth be told, it isn’t the easiest birthday to come to terms with. But this past weekend was perfect!  My three kiddos, Jake, Roman and Oona treated me (along with my husband) to a weekend in New York City.

And a fine early birthday it was!!

Jake flew out from LA but was in the city for business purposes.  Oona flew in from Cincinnati and Roman..well, he lives in the city so he took the subway to be with us. It was a fantastic time from Friday afternoon to late Sunday morning.  I couldn’t have rubbed Aladdin’s lamp to wish for a better time.

Here’s how it rolled:

Friday:   Vincent picked me up at work at noon.  We were blessed with weather that welcomed the beginning of the new spring season.  After dropping Chippy off at PetSmart for the weekend, we were on our way.  Check-in at Hotel Chelsea was at a great time of 3:00 PM.  Jake took care of the reservations so everything ran smoothly.

Casually dressed for our drive into The Big Apple.  I’m wearing big NYC hair too! Nashville by Margu wigs! Don’t mind the mess. I’m transitioning my winter clothing for the summer!

No traffic as we made our way from the PA and NJ Turnpikes to the Holland tunnel and finally, to our destination.

Friday afternoon 1PM headed to the Holland Tunnel…

No traffic. Beautiful Day. Clear to see the skyline!

And now–we’re in the City. Ahhh. It’s so beautiful!

We arrived at the Hotel a few minutes before check-in. And, as always, a practitioner of time management, I ran from car to front desk to get a parking voucher for our car.  The hotel had a discounted pricing for a garage around the corner. And, our room was ready.  I headed back to the car, handed my husband the room key and told him to drop our bags in the room so we could drive around the corner to the garage.

We’ve arrived!

Marilyn is seated next door. Greeting us with a ukulele tune!

Bags dropped off, my husband told me I would LOVE the room, and off we went.

Spring in the city.  Depending where you are, the east and west ends of Manhattan can have a wind-tunnel effect due to the rivers Hudson and Harlem.  The side streets were windy but, the warmth of the sun made the walk back to the hotel more than bearable.

There weren’t a lot of people walking on side streets due to the wind!

*** Of note:  Back in the late 1970’s/early 80’s one of my friends lived in Chelsea, not too far from the hotel.   It was a great time to be young and living in the city.  Rents were affordable.  Bar drinks were cheap. There was a grittiness that was appealing and slightly romanticized.  NYC had not become completely regentrified yet and there was a charm that could be appreciated by those of us who lived there.

Now, Chelsea, although retaining much of its charm, is turning into Cityburbia with fast-food joints and Fed Ex centers and the annoying bike lane.  Guiliani’s Disneyesque Times Square it making the way downtown, and I do miss the grittiness of the city. But–that’s another story and that’s change.

Back to the hotel.

I was astounded at the old-school beauty of the Hotel Chelsea.  Doors leading to corridors with elaborate chandeliers overhead.  Crown molding which I, in my mind, had visions of taking a crowbar out, dismantling the molding and bringing it home.  Paintings in the hallways were fun.  Artistically designed to please the guests—it was like walking back into time.

Plenty of old-world charm and oh boy, if these walls could talk!

Our room was even greater.  I almost cried at the beauty of the hardwood floors.  They brought to mind memories of our house before moving to Long Island and visualized every apartment in Manhattan that I’ve lived in.   The room was perfect!  Nice closet space.  The bathroom’s deep tub and golden fixtures made me smile.

The hardwood floors made me misty-eyed.

The bed was incredibly comfortable!

And for those having a throwback to the 1970’s, the name of the hotel is embriodered on the sheets–just in case you wake up not knowing where you are!

The loveseat and cushioned chairs gave a comfort of being in one’s favorite sunny nook at home.

The furnishings were delightfully funky and quirky and I loved that!

Tons of fun works of art in halls, rooms and throughout the hotel made us smile!

It was a pleasurable place to rest before meeting up with the kids.  Roman arrived first, and was impressed with the room.  Then Jake, arrived and a few minutes later, Oona.  She met one of her friends who was working in the city and they caught up on old times.

Everyone loved the room and Vincent and I suggested before dinner, we head to the Hotel’s bar for cocktails on us!  As mom would have it, I asked Jake for the millionth time “do you think you’ll move back east—to New York.”  And, with a Cheshire Cat grin, he responded “I have something to tell you…”  He broke the news to me that he and his girlfriend of many years had purchased a home in LA.   I guess that was my closure.  Anyway, there are enough bedrooms in the house for multiple guests so hopefully, we will be spending Christmas in California!

LA! Home of the SNL skit “The Californians”.  Maybe I’ll become one!  “Ouuuu, mah son is, like, sooo Californian”  and I can’t wait to get there and envelope myself in the Cali Culture!

Downstairs at the Hotel’s Bar area, it was nice to see a crowd on a Friday evening–I haven”t experienced that since my days on Wall Street–fun times!  Our host seated us in an area of living room vibes!  A series of large rooms across from the bar area lent itself well for many patrons.  There was a wedding reception in one room.  And in ours, people unwinding from a busy week.  We enjoyed catching up with each other while enjoying perfectly-blended drinks then it was off to dinner.

A toast to the weekend! As usual, my big mouth is opened! We had a cocktail blast!

On this Friday evening, the wind died down from the afternoon and we walked from the hotel to The Cookshop. It has been a while that I have dined in a restaurant with a youthful and fun vibe and The Cookshop was it.  Jake has been here before and said the food was good. He wasn’t lying!

Dinner at Cookshop!

We started off with Deviled Eggs which, admittedly, I was envious. They were better than mine!  We also had the focaccia which was served with whipped ricotta flavored with lemon and Rosemary.  Diet begone for a bit—the carbs are getting’ in my belly! The oysters we ordered were incredibly fresh and more delicious than Garron Noone!

Yum!  I didn’t take a lot of pics because we were having fun and eating.  The oysters were extremely fresh.  The dipping butter for the Focaccia was out of this world. 

I had the spaghetti because it’s Lent and I’m not eating meat on Fridays.  Vincent had a pizza, Roman, a burger; Jake had the very healthy Fluke and Oona opted for a pork chop. Lots of lively conversation and good times.  There is nothing that can be said derogatorily about service in NYC restaurants. Service was outstanding. Overall, it was wonderful food and a fantastic time.

The family that dines together…loves food and stays together!

A slow walk back to the hotel on the side streets adorned with beautiful brownstone homes.  I couldn’t help but wonder just what do people do for a living to be able to afford living in the city in such magnificent homes.  Not all of them are millionaires. Some have been handed these homes down as an inheritance and some..well, they were smart enough to buy when nobody else wanted them. But why can’t I live back here???

We spotted this at the same time. I fell in love with the owners without even knowing who they are. I love NY!

After we bid good night to Jake and Oona at their hotel and bit Roman farewell at his subway stop, it was off to an incredibly peaceful sleep on a very comfortable bed at the Hotel!

Saturday:   Rise and shine! And I deserved a hot soak in the oversized tub!  Lots of Epsom salts, and thinking about the previous evening put a smile on my face but today was to be a busy one.  After getting dressed, I enjoyed two Nespresso’s while waiting for the kids to arrive.

This tub though.  Deep and wide and like a mini-spa.  I could have spent all morning soaking but I had things to do and places to go!

Knowing it was going to be a busy day, I wore my old reliable J. Crew Pixi pants from the year of the flood, a turtleneck, light scarf and loafers. All I needed to change for dinner was my shoes!

The day was gorgeous. That early spring day where the sun is shining and when you take that first step outdoors, it’s brisk and cool, but as you begin walking, you end up carrying your outerwear!

Could not have asked for a better day! The sun was shining.  The weather was warm. It was delightful!

We walked over to The Smith, 27th and Broadway but first made a flea market stop.  It was fun to browse through but better deals can be found at a local thrift shop.  The Smith was buzzing!  And a good part of it was it being the first glorious weekend of spring.  Families with young kids. Lone diners.  Couples. Large groups.  It was fun to be in a lively, and not subdued atmosphere!

If you’re in NYC, might I suggest stopping at one of The Smith locations for brunch.  We were at the Nomad location.  

Another wonderful meal!

I had Shrimp & Grits and those grits were outstanding!  Vincent went with a plain salad—which is why he is a thin Frenchman and I have a belly that could house a baby kangaroo. Jake went with the Ranchero Scramble a Tex-Mex blend dish, Roman opted for Avocado Toast and Oona the Smith Eggs Benedict.  We were happy and stuffed and ready for more walking when we left.

Chock-full of shrimp and real grits, this was just what I needed!

The purpose of this constitutional was to head to the Palace Theatre to see Glengarry Glen Ross starring Bill Burr, Kieran Culkin, Bob Odenkirk and Michael McKeon.  More on that in a bit.

Who knew an early birthday weekend would be so epic?

We made a side stop. Roman was smart enough to have the foresight of knowing we would all need to use the bathrooms so he got us passes for Rock Center!  They were well-appreciated! We had a little tour of the SNL studio where he works then it was on to walk to the theatre. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a play.  Kinky Boots was the last one and my favorite play has always been Albert Innaurato’s Gemini, which I was lucky enough to see Danny Aiello in—twice! We are going back a bit.

A look upward at the SNL site.

Me and my babies. “Live from New York…”

It truly was a fun afternoon!

My stepdaughter, Claire, was a part of the Glengarry treat but was unable to be there.

The play was a hoot—a dark comedy with very dramatic moments.  The best cursing play of all time.  Even I can’t curse with the finesse of these guys—and I have a very astute foul mouth!

Glengarry Glen Ross Broadway Revival: Kieran Culkin, Bob Odenkirk Star

What a cast…

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And for me, it was even more exciting to see David St. Hubbins aka Michael McKean in the play!

Seriously though, watching these powerhouse actors was a goosebumps-on-your-arms experience . It is always a thrill to see stellar theatre acting and the comedian Bill Burr was the most natural—my theory is he’s used to stand up comedy and preforming live.  It was a full house and we all enjoyed it.

The Palace theatre–all seats are great…

I was able to snap this pic as the cast left the stage.  The standing ovation was well-deserved!

Because we had to hurry it up a bit for dinner, we took the subway halfway back to the hotel.  JHC, I miss the NYC subway so much.  The older I get, the more I despise driving. I lack patience and there are way too many arrogant drivers.  I long to just be able to walk up the street, get into a subway car and ride underneath all the bad drivers hovering on the road above me.

See how happy I am to be on the subway?  As one who despises driving in the suburbs and who misses public transportation–I was in my glories!

We had an hour to get ready before heading downtown to Le CouCou.  This was going to be a dinner event!  The sister restaurant to La Bourse et la Vie in Paris.  Both run by the same chef but the one in NYC has a Michelin star!

All dressed appropriately, yes. Appropriately, there is an underlying dress code at LeCouCou. No ties or jackets are required but it is suggested to elevate your mode of dress for dining. No baseball caps or those mesh shorts men wear in January.  Dress nice. And it is always a pleasure to dress for dinner. It was an even better pleasure to see my children dressed so well.  They always understand the assignment.

Meeting up in the hotel lobby to head to dinner!

When we arrived at the restaurant, I was not prepared for what lied ahead of us. It was spectacular.  The aesthetic was elegant—magnificent chandeliers, beautifully set tables, high ceilings, subdued lighting.  All the boxes were checked.  The service was wonderful too. From the moment we arrived, we were treated as though we were regular patrons.  I received Birthday greetings from all!

Le CouCou was abuzz.  And it is a magnificant restaurant!

Table for five–beautifully appointed.

Five people can oftentimes be difficult to seat but the table was a very accommodating size.  We started out with yellowfin tuna, scallop, espelette oil, spring onions and the buckwheat fried monkfish, cucumbers, and curry vinaigrette.  Both were gorgeously presented and tasted even better.   After that we had Crépinette de volaille au foie gras which was   chicken and foie gras, last year’s pear.  We had a good laugh because we couldn’t figure out what “last year’s pears” meant—and when we inquired, it was what it was—pears from last year!

A sampling of what we started off with

The pears last year were a most excellent vintage!

Oona’s roasted duckling!  Make way!

More food!

I went with a small plate for my main dish.  Sweetbreads. I can’t pass those glandular delights by.  They were served in a tarragon cream sauce with maitake mushrooms.  Pommes Dauphine, puffy potatoes were served on the side.  I’ll tell you right now—the sauce was incredible.  Roman and Vincent kept dipping bread into the sauce—it could have been soup—that’s how good it was!

The sweetbreads.  THE SWEETBREADS!  If I lived in Soho, I would order this for takeout once a week!

Oona and Jake had the roasted duckling, Roman had sea bass and Vincent had his usual filet de boeuf.  Everyone was very pleased.  And the great thing that Roman pointed out was the portion sizes.  They weren’t huge portions, but weren’t bite-sized either.  The portions were perfect!

Vincent’s steak, bone marrow and purred potatoes. Our meal was exquisite!

We placed Vincent in charge of ordering the wine and he went with a bottle of the least expensive which turned out to be a nice hearty but light red.

Dessert?  Oui!  Jake and I ordered Marjolaine—but mine came with a candle and a “Happy Birthday message! Vincent had lemon sorbet, Oona had Vacherin aux fruits exotiques  which was the most amazing dessert I have ever seen or tasted in a long time. A passion mango sorbet, with coconut cream (you could not even taste the coconut) in a perfect meringue. Roman had a baba au rhum which didn’t look like a typical baba. It resembled a big slice of sponge cake accompanied by two bottles of rhum!  We had a good chuckle over that!

My Birthday Dessert!  They should have given me 70 of these!

We were also presented with mini-Madeliene cakes and..

mini macarons!  How cute is that?

Hands down, it was the best birthday meal I have ever had in my life!

Best dinner ever!

Back at the hotel for more cocktails, we ended a fantastic evening!

Back at the hotel for a nightcap. Either Mommy had too many enjoyable spirits or I am studying Cinema Verite–the art of the shaky camera!

Sunday:    Ahh.  All good things must come to an end.  Jake and Oona were flying to Cincinnati. Jake for business and to see the boys and Oona to go home.  Roman spent the night with Jake at his hotel and met us for a late breakfast/early brunch.   We headed downstairs to the Café Chelsea for well-needed coffee.  With Vincent’s two croissants, my avocado toast and Roman’s eggs, we ended the weekend.

A delightful breakfast at the hotel.

Vincent ended up ordering two croissants!

I had avocado toast with poached eggs and Roman had eggs!

With bags in tow, we bid Roman a big thanks and goodbye at the subway, and we walked over to get the car.   One stop was made—I stopped into Aesop for a jar of the brand’s excellent hand cream.  I treated myself!

My gift to me. Every time I apply it on my hands, I think of the weekend!

And as we bid farewell to New York City—just like that—it was over.

Goodbye New York.  Goodbye Jake and Roman and Oona.

An entire weekend of just enjoying my kids. Like old times.  Only this time, they took care of me.  I was teary-eyed the rest of the day.  Not in a morose way, just in that way, where you go back in time to the present and you realize that, regardless of how bad a parent you thought you were, you can look at your kids with pride and realize you did a great job raising them!

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They will forever be my little kiddles!

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When an Evil, Vindictive Leader is in Office…

I honestly, didn’t know where to start this blog post.  There is a dish brewing in my head like a long-slow cooking stew and I’m angry and upset and disgusted.

If you are a MAGA cultist, might I suggest sticking to your own kind of Nazi-ridden blogs because if you comment on this, you will have your comment trashed.  I have no time for your mental bullshit.  If you regret voting for it, then the blood is on your hands and I have no sympathy for you, nor am I empathetic.  You are the main fraction in destroying our country.

In addition, if you are one who clutches your pearls over questionable language, might I suggest not reading this post.

She said a naughty word!  I’m clutching my pearls!

Now that that is out of the way, allow me to continue.

A journalist, I may not be.  Neither a pundit nor a poet am I.  I call it like I see it.  No fancy words.  No pseudo-intellectualism.  But, merely the thoughts of an average citizen of these former United States.

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The only ones out of this crew that I respect are Joy Reid and Lawrence O’Donnell.  The rest helped Trump get elected by constantly showcasing him while throwing Biden under the bus.  They are prostitutes.

What party am I affiliated with?  I am registered as an Independent.  While I absolutely despise the former Republican Party, which changed for the worse when the Tea Party infiltrated, I am also disgusted with the Democratic party.  Why? You ask.

Independence Party of New York - Wikipedia

And I shall remain an Independent–even though I lean left.

The Democrats are too self-righteous.  (I will get to that a bit later in the blog post).  I am sick and tired of their throwing their leaders under the bus.  Kirsten Gillibrand, who is a total bitch in my opinion, did it to Al Franken.  And, Mr. Franken could have gone a lot further in his political career.   The Party threw Biden under the bus in the way they handled his stepping down from running for President. The Party has gone too far left just as the Republican party has gone too far right.  There is no bipartisanship.  There is no coming in the middle.  It is extremism and that is what is ruining our country—among other things.

Kirsten Gillibrand - Wikipedia

I will never forgive this one for throwing Al Franken under the bus–and I am NOT the only one!

And although Harris was a fantastic candidate, racism (hey, Latino men, I am talking to YOU) and sexism (Hey, white ladies and men, I am talking to YOU) simply could not put her over the boundaries of being properly elected our first woman of America.  And contrary to what Temu-fake-tanned Felon of the United States said regarding a landslide. It was not a landslide.

Bar chart showing exit poll data with Harris leading among women by 53% to 45% to Trump. Trump leads among men with a very similar split. 

Trump has a majority with white voters and Harris with black voters. 
Harris has a lead with young voters.

Take a good look.  Even though Harris didn’t lose to a landslide, the numbers are sad.

Whereas Harris spoke of making housing affordable, better healthcare for Americans, and bringing the middle class back from oblivion, Trump’s videos of his dancing like a wind-up dog toy and his lies, along with lowering the price of eggs, won the uneducated and the one percent over.

He lied about Project 2025.  And the typical Trump lies have, essentially, proved him truthfully-challenged as he is placing—or rather his boyfriend Elon Musk, is placing them into effect.

You do not make a country better by hacking into the Social Security site and “stealing,” yes stealing the social security numbers of millions of Americans.  One does not threaten or take measures to dismantle our Social Security benefits for the disables or retired.

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Elon Musk’s RatPack.  All are young shitbirds who should be imprisoned for life.

Our disabled need their Social Security disability payments.  Trust me. I used to work for a Disability Advocacy company and our government was and still is very strict about who qualifies for disability.  The biggest frauds are not Americans, white or black or Latino but are Eastern European.  They tried and tried and tried to take full advantage of our system and rarely got away with it (you hear that, Melania?)

Retirees who worked decades depend on their monthly check from Social Security. It is not a benefit. It is money that Americans paid into. For decades.  For their entire careers and working life.  And most of them receiving their money need to work part-time or even full-time because they cannot live on that monthly amount.

Medicare and Medicaid.  Medicaid is for the poor.  And why should they be denied healthcare?  Yes. There are a small percentage of people trying to buck the system but look at the wealthy and corporations bucking the system with little-to-no taxes being paid. How about them apples?

Medicare is well-needed for our older generations.  They can receive deep discounts on needed medicines and so on.

For me, I am petrified to retire. I have medical benefits with my job and took early retirement so that I could possibly be grandfathered should the couple of Trump and Musk dismantle Social Security.

Many of my demographic are in the same boat.  Growing up dreaming of retirement and enjoying our lives traveling and being with family and grandchildren.  It is now a dream as we are still working and will keep working until we drop dead.

Education?  Do not even get me started on this one.  America’s public school system is damaged to begin with.  To get a decent public education, you need to be in a State that supports education and live in a high-taxed area to ensure you child receives a great education unless you can afford to send your child to a prep school, or parochial school or boarding school.

Having grandchildren, I am floored and incredibly upset about this.  And yes. I blame many Boomers and people without children who say either “My kids are grown—why should I pay taxes for schools” “I don’t have kids. Why should I pay taxes for schools.”  You bunch of imbeciles.  A great school system equals higher resale on real estate.  Go ahead and selfishly lower the price of your home if you are relocated.  Spite your nose to spite your face.

Our youth are our future and the future of the United States.  Without education, we are lost.  Oh. Wait.  Trump loves the uneducated.  And the uneducated voted for him.  These are the people missing teef.  They are the ones in ramshackle dwellings with broken appliances strewn over their lawns.  Wait till they lose their monthly Social Security monies and cannot buy cigarettes or beer or head to the casinos anymore.  Our FOTUS (Felon of the United States) will not improve their lives.  In fact, he will make it worse. Still these morons support him and his billionaire contingent.

The Veterans.  He called you losers and suckers.  He dodged the draft by having daddy get a doctor’s note stating he had bone spurs.  Hmmmm.  Don’t those bone spurs hurt when FOTUS is wearing those shoes with lifts?   I have zero empathy for any vet that supports that vicious coward.  You need prosthetic limbs because you lost yours supporting our country?  Get used to never having a replacement because FOTUS is cutting off your funds.  You reap what you sow.

ICEY enough for you Latinos who voted for Trump because you are better than the other Latino groups?  Did you not vote for Harris because of your Latino macho-macho-man mentality?   Deal with it. Deal with family members being deported.  You reap what you sow.

Musk-rat. This guy is shit in every sense of the word.  He is filth and he should be sent back to South Africa on a barge so the sharks can get him.   Getting little boys to hack into our systems?  I swear he did this during the election.  He needs to be in prison and for life.  So do those little shitbirds.

Musk salute at Trump rally celebrated by extremists online

Musk is a fucking Nazi.  I am NOT mincing words on this one. He needs to be sent to prison for a long. Long. Long time.  

Imagine.  A person who was not elected destroying our country and coward Trump allows him to do this.  Both are ….

Nazis.   WTF is this Nazi bullshit?  Our news media are the pussies that Trump grabbed when they state “Elon Musk appeared to be giving a Nazi salute.”  You cowardly morons.  He did not appear to be giving it.  He did give a Nazi salute.

Musk is a Nazi.  Trump is a Nazi—in fact, the only book he ever read was Mein Kampf by Hitler.  The Republican party are modern Nazis.

They are dismantling our country as the Nazis and Hitler did.

A little background here:  My husband was born at the end of the Nazi occupation in France.  I have spoken to my Father-in-law about this and he stated that WW Two and the Nazis destroyed their family.

While my husband’s Jewish grandmother escaped to England, his Catholic grandmother was arrested by the gestapo and put into Ravensbrück concentration camp.  Millions of Jews were murdered.  Catholics and Roma and anyone else who was not of the Nazi ilk were murdered.  It is happening again.  Do not be fooled.  Look at the rise in antisemitism.

My husband’s maternal grandfather, Andre Girard, an artist, and Resistance activist, founded and headed the CARTE movement.  We need another resistance against our current Administration.

André Girard - Atelier An. Girard

My husband’s maternal grandfather, Andre Girard.  Read about him here:  Andre Girard

In Cincinnati, a group of Nazis were stopped by locals.  This is what we need.  We need to fight back. One can rest assured if any Nazi bastards enter my neighborhood, I will fight back.  Even if I am the only one, I will fight.

Demonstrators wearing all black and carrying large swastika-emblazoned Nazi flags stand along a highway overpass in Evendale, Ohio, on Friday.

And the media referred to this scum as “white supremists” instead of what they really are–NAZIS

Religion.  As a Catholic attending a very liberal Catholic school, we were taught to give back. The nuns never told us that Catholicism was the only true religion.  We learned about others’ beliefs and ideologies—and not in a condescending way.  It was very educational.  We were also taught respect for others who were not like us. It was very Christian.

Do not get me wrong.  I know that the Catholic Church has its issues and many priests deserve to be put into jail for the damage they have done.  However, we are not as bad as the….

The far-right evangelicals.  They are not Christians.  They look to Trump (who cannot even hold a bible correctly) as their God and Savior.  They worship a rapist, a multiple-divorced man, a racist and so on.  That is Christianity for ya! What a bunch of phonies.  Satan has a better moral compass.  I need to stop for a bit because I am getting triggered.

I’m back.

Genders and Gays.  Who cares if one changes their gender?  I don’t give a rat’s ass.  My only caveat is wait to you are of legal age to change your body parts.  You are trans gendering into a woman and want to use the ladies room?  Be my guest. I’m not going to the rest room to check out whether one has a penis or vagina.  I am going to the rest room to relieve myself of bodily waste.  And when I have to go—I have to go.  I have even gone in the great outdoors without being arrested!

Gay?  I do not care who one does the bouncy-bouncy with and how they do it.  If you are not a pedophile, enjoy yourself.

Global Warming.  It is a thing.  Think back to childhood winters.  Think back to when we had actual four seasons.  Now it is winter into summer.  Summer into winter.  Our polar oceans are warming to the point it is affecting animals.  Our beaches are eroding.  Yet this administration does not believe in it.  I can’t write what I hope happens to them.

Women’s Bodies.  We are in charge of our bodies.  If we need or want an abortion.  It is none of the FOTUS or his Nazi contingent’s business.  We do not need to be “Trad-wives.”  We can be cat ladies.  Or dog ladies.  We can be single and enjoy ourselves.  We don’t need a man.  We especially don’t need a man to decide our fate.  When we do have a man, he should be 100 percent supportive of us and if he is not—throw him to the curb.

When I was younger, I truly believed that America was the greatest country in the world.  Everything was perfect in my own childlike mind.  Huge Christmas Parties where relatives were not divided by politics. In fact, politics were never discussed.  Fourth of July was a coming together of everyone in America.  White.  Black. Brown.  We all attended parades and back yard barbecues.  We waved flags together and stood proud as Americans.

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And don’t forget the real reason for Memorial Day. To honor our troops who gave their lives for us.  The filth FOTUS was too much of a cowardly no-balls to fight for our country.

Labor Day always meant the summer’s end and the start of school.  It was saying goodbye to the beach.  The pool.  The lakes and mountains.  Warm weather.  It was the beginning of knowing the days would be shorter and the weather would change from hot to cold.  We were not aware of Global Warming.  Autumn was a time for jumping into piles of leaves before burning them.  We didn’t know that the emissions from the leaves were damaging.

Winters were long and snowy and after school fun was ice skating and building snow forts.

Unless one lives in the snow belt, that’s all but disappeared.  As one who has been beaching it all her life, the sandy beaches are narrower..and narrower.

I want America back.  You know, the America where our children can receive a proper education.  The America where women have the same rights as men.  The America where her citizens are taken care of  with healthcare programs and Social Security.  The America where equality reigns.

The America without Nazis.

The America with a leadership that cares about the American people as well as globally and who does not allow his self-interest to ruin our country.

 

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I want my country back.

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My Beauty-Full 2024. What I Liked and What I Won’t Repurchase…..

Allow me to give my opinion on what I liked for 2024.  There are items I used that will not be repurchased.  It isn’t because I despised the, it’s simply they didn’t work for me. There are a couple of reasons for not repurchasing products.  If I find something is lackluster and very expensive but doesn’t work wonders, it will be a one-off.  If a product doesn’t live up to the hype, I won’t repurchase.  If I find the product just doesn’t work for me despite what Instagram and Social Media influencers promised with their filler-filled and filtered visages, I won’t purchase; or, if I foolishly spent money on said product(s), I deserve to feel like a fool.

LOL! I’m spending this gray and freezing Saturday enjoying writing this post. Dressed to the nines in pajamas!

2024 was the year I started to wear less makeup.  I didn’t take a cue from the gorgeous Pamela Anderson, I just realized that at my age of soon-to-be 70, less is more. Heavy makeup and foundations can look caked-on.  The foundations will also creep into those wrinkles and crevices making you look older.  NO foundation, despite what influencers or social media ads pontificate, is going to make a 50, 60, 70 and older year-old woman look 25 or thirty. Truth.  Stop being delusional!

2024. The year I decided that less (makeup) is more!

Foundation is a naught for me I rely on skin tints to give my skin a bit of an extra “oomph.”

Contour?  Never got fully into it.  I do like a bit of a bronzer—especially in winter when I am vampire-pale.

Let us just get into my recommendations and other opinions.

Skincare: As a firm believer of a good night’s sleep, protecting your face from the elements, and washing that makeup off every night, skincare is basic for me.  Not loyal to many brands when it comes to caring for my skin, I cannot exist without Albolene makeup remover. It is, as I have said in the past, lard for the face.  It has been around for years and on an average, I will pay ten bucks for a substantial tub full. I think this is my fourth mention over the years of this wonder product!

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This image is from a past blog post. I cannot ever run out of this. It is my holy grail of makeup remover!

It does have a balm-like texture and when I see brands and influencers yapping about the greatness of any new balm, I chuckle.  They are overpriced and over-scented.  Gimme unscented Albolene any day.  It is the greatest makeup remover out there.

I also love Jergen’s body lotion. The original scented.  The one that smells like cherries and almonds. I slather this on all year. The scent reminds me of days gone by.  Decades gone by.  And, it does the job.

Legs, arms, neck. Jergens original scent is the one moisturizer I have used since childhood!

Inasmuch as I love Albolene, I follow up by cleaning my face with water and…whatever facial scrub is within my reach.  Skin cleansers all do the same job.  Apply, work it in with H20 and rinse. Two dollars to Thirty dollars.  When you are finished—your face is clean. Kudos to those using a washcloth.  You are my people!

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I buy this in bulk at Walmart. Cheap and when they get extra grimy from mascara I trash them.

Toners?  I’ll use the ones I have on hand (i.e. Fragonard’s Fleur d’Oranger) and mostly in the summer when my skin gets sweaty.  In the winter I tend to leave my skin alone because toners can be drying.  At least for my very dry skin they are. I love the Fragonard toner because it is so light and my face never feels taut after application. The price in the USA is about $21 per bottle but I purchase cheaper in France.  I very much recommend this.

Best toner out there.  And the scent.  Orange Blossom.  Warms my heart! 

Serums?  I will admit, I do like the snail ones. I was thrilled to see this in the stocking that Jake, Roman and Oona had in my stocking this Christmas.  I’ve purchased this on repeat and it’s the one serum I always return to.

I’m also subscribed to this serum on Amazon.  I save a dollar or so by subscribing

Guerlain’s Abeille Royalle Skincare Line:  I received three full-sized products from this line from Influencer.  I received it to write a review, which I did and post a picture on Instagram, which I did.

The items I received were:  The Fortifying Lotion with Royal Jelly, The Double -R Serum, and the Advanced Youth Watery Oil.  This trio retails for $285. There is no way I would repurchase unless I won a few million bucks in the Lottery.    To be perfectly honest with you, this trio is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.  I received it in early Autumn and the Serum and Watery Oil are both almost finished.  The Fortifying lotion is ¾ full.  Based on the two items alone, one would have to repurchase at least one time during the year, making the products pricier. Not gonna lie, I noticed that my skin had a glow to it after a couple of months.  Wrinkles were still there.  Redness was too.  However, my skin still really looked better.

These products are great but way out of my price range.

It’s too bad that the products are so expensive.  My recommendation on this trio is—if you are the one percent and can afford it with no thought that it is pricey—buy it.  If you are retired and on a fixed income, or working to make ends meet (as many of us Boomers do), do not go into debt for it.  Ask for it for next Christmas!

Of Note:  The one brand that I did get hooked on in 2024 was Typology.  The skincare products are excellent, albeit, not cheap. Not as pricey as the Guerlain.  The products can be purchased online at:   Typology.com  I could kick myself in the ass because the only store the products are sold in is Printemps.  I cannot believe that I was in that store, shopped there and wasn’t aware they were sold at that location.

Some serums and creams from Typology.  The Face Balm and Moisturizer will definitely be a repurchase.

Anyway……in 2024, I started ordering the products.  The serums are good but I’m not sure about repurchasing.  What I will repurchase from the brand’s skincare line is the Lipid-Replenishing Face Balm and the Nourishing Moisturizer.  The Face Balm is great for applying before heading out into the winter weather.  It is a great product for daytime use.  The Nourishing Moisturizer, I use at night (among other products).

These “limited editions” really bother me.  I keep this face scrub at my bathtub because I love to use it while taking a bath.  Now it isn’t available. I’m pissed.

I really loved the cleansing face scrub but it was limited edition and no longer available.   What I suggest is trying out the products before deciding on which work for you.  I ordered their Discovery gift set which has ten products.  Many of which I have but I love the smaller sizes for travel…

Lots of mini-goodies in this Discovery Set.  I haven’t used anything yet because it arrived last night!

…..I ordered the Travel Set and it worked perfectly when we were in Paris last month.  I was able to put the products, in the pouch they came in, in my carry-on and had no problem.  The sizes are TSA-approved!

This travel set is perfect.  And the sizes are TSA-approved which means you can put them in a carry-on or purse!

They arrived in this pouch which you can throw other products in as well!

These French skincare products:

I wrote about these in my last post regarding our Paris trip.  The A313 is something I would not repurchase. The hype is ridiculous.  I’ve read reviews that women saw a difference in one application. That is bullshit.  The Biafine is something that I would repurchase though. It’s pretty darn good!

And, as usual, I cannot be without my Embryolisse.  Picked two more tubes in France.  If you can’t make it to France, buy it from Amazon! * Full disclosure. Any links to Amazon, I receive a minute commission. I am not an affiliate of any other site.

Makeup:  Let us talk about it.  Since I am wearing less these days.

I’ll show you which products I used go get from point A to point B! Without a TON of makeup!

Skin Tints: Coming back to Typology, I am absolutely loving their face tint.  Because I am no longer working in Corporate and am at the State Hospital, I don’t wear face makeup every day.  However, when I am going out and about and, on those days, when I want my skin to look not as winter-sickly, I will use the skin tint.  This is the bomb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It is undetectable since it doesn’t cake up and doesn’t slip into wrinkles. It works wonders to tone down the redness yet it is as light as a feather. Like a second skin.  It stays put all day as well. I cannot say enough great things about this. And yes. I have two of these and will absolutely repurchase.

The skin tints and the shimmering dry oil.  I honestly have no idea what the difference from T 10 to T 12 is. They both work the same.  The shimmering dry oil is fantastic for just a tiny glow up.  The bottle will last forever.

I know the lighting is weird but look at the photo on the far right. It was taken before adding the skin tint. See how blotchy and red my skin is?  The Typology skin tint evened out everything .  Wrinkles are still there.  So is my skin texture but my redness is gone!

It’s akin to Brylcreem because ” a little dab’ll do ya”!

Glossier also has a face tint that I’m quite fond of. It is lighter in weight than the Typology and doesn’t cover the redness as well, but still—it is a wonderful skin tone.  I have a backup and would repurchase.

Glossier is another “mature” skin friendly brand.  The Futuredew gives a nice glow under the Glossier skin tint!  And the concealer is wonderful!

MAC Cosmetics as a “Face and Body Foundation” that is not a foundation—it is more of a skin tint and it is good.  I would not repurchase simply because I’m ridiculously happy with Typology.

Although deemed a foundation, the MAC body and face “foundation” is more of a heavier skin tint.   I also used the Merit lip oil a lot in 2024.

Concealers: I am hooked on Glossier’s concealer and have been for a few years.  It isn’t for everyone because many deem it “greasy.”  If you have dry skin, such as mature skin, this concealer is wonderful.  It comes in a pot and I apply it with a mini blender sponge. It works as both an eyeshadow primer and brightens the undereye as well as conceals.

The Glossier concealer.  Works great for super-dry skin!

Eyebrows:  Ugh. The older we get; the eyebrows disappear and make their way to the chin! (Have a tweezer on hand at all times).  There was a time when I had thick brows. No more.   My eyebrow pencil or pen, of choice for 2024 was the same as previous years.  e.l.f.  has the best brow pencil.  It is downright cheap, it has a spoolee at one end and product on the other.  It works. It fills the brows in and that is what you want. One does not need to spend a lot of money.

Used regularly through 2024 as you can tell from the marks on the pencil.

The brow gel that I use to keep them in place?  I have a few.  The one I like the best and used the most in 2024 is the Typology.  It has a good amount of product in the tube and you need but a light hand to keep those brows in place.  It isn’t the cheapest in price on the market but it works.

You can see this brow gell has been well-used!

Eye Shadow:  I don’t like colors in eyeshadows. A bit of glitter?  Yeah.  But, no color except for neutrals.  Although I have way too many neutral eye shadow palettes, these were the ones I used the most in 2024.  The Mally palette was discontinued a long time ago but I found three of them on eBay so I’m good for a while.   The Kat Von D palette has also been discontinued.  I’ve had this for years and the shadows work well.

I’ve hit pan on three of these palettes. What can I say? I’m a fan of neutrals because I feel they make the eyes more awake and attractive!

The Jones Road palette is the only one not discontinued. And it is very good.The MAC palette?  I made it myself.  Purchased individual shades and can replace them as needed.

There’s not much more I can say on this subject because a neutral is a neutral is a neutral.  My personal thoughts are neutrals work well for the mature woman.

Mascara:  OMG!  I LOVE mascara! I’m that one who also loves a bit of a clumpy mascara because they make the lashes look fuller—especially from far away! I use a lot of mascara.  A LOT!

I use all of these mascaras.  They make the lashes look thicker!

Every mascara pictured is a repurchase except for the yellow tube by Nocibé.  I’ll repurchase on my next trip to France.  It was purchased last summer in Theoule.   Our lashes thin out as we age and I can’t stand a weak mascara.  I’ve also learned that not wearing eyeliner and mascara only makes the lasher look longer.

 

Lips:  Okay.  Back to Typology.  Their lip oils are wonderful for my perpetually-chapped lips.   The Powder Pink shade is gorgeous and the Ruby Red when applied very lightly is nice for dressing up! Suffice it to say, I am NOT a red-lip person, but this lip oil isn’t a harsh red.  The Luminous Glow lip oil is my favorite. I use it every day and will be repurchasing into 2025! The staying power isn’t great but sets the tone for a hydrated kisser!

2024. The year of the lip oil for me.  I’ve read pros and cons regarding these oils but in my opinion, I think they work well for the woman of the mature demographic. Granted–they don’t last long but they give a good base for hydration.

My go-to’s and most go back past 2024.  Lip stick and gloss!  Loreal’s Number 165.  A beautiful pink, I’ve been wearing this shade for years and I have multiples for various purses.  Guerlain’s Kiss Kiss Rose Glow is another balm with color that works well.  Again, not as harsh as a deeper lipstick, my preference these days is balms.   Jone Road Cool Gloss.  This squeeze tube is great for a bit of a glittery glow and shine.  Chanel Coco Baume in Dreamy White.  Plain.  Simple. Basic.  Hydrates lips beautifully.

These are all in a pouch that is in my everyday purse.  

Here are the shades.  165 is the prettiest pink ever!

Here’s the finished face.  I applied too much of the Jones Road gloss as you can see.  But. This is the face of age.  And that skin tint is far better than any foundation!

Bronzer and Blush:  During the summer, the people at Boom got in touch with me to see if I would like to sample their Boomstick Bronze.  Naturally, I accepted the offer but, what happened was I never received the bronzer, in error I was sent the Boomstick Parisian Red blush stick.  I did get in touch with them to let them know of the error and the bronzer was sent.

These sticks by Boom are a 2024 treasure!

 

Let me tell you, I have not used any other blush since receiving this. It was, hands down, the greatest error ever sent to me. I use it every day.  I love it.  The “red” is more of a pink on my skin and blends so well with my natural skin tone.

The bronzer is also quite nice.  I use it almost daily to add a bit of depth and to warm up my face.  Sometimes I’ll use it alone and sometimes over a skin tint.  I apply it by rubbing a brush over it then lightly brushing on my face.

I apply each product with a brush instead of applying from tube to face!

At $28 per stick, I think this is a fair price—especially considering you don’t need a lot of product.

That’s about all folks.  My skincare routine is simple.  I don’t spend hours mulling over taking care of my skin.  I follow a basic routine.

As far as makeup goes, I don’t wear as much as I used to.  In addition, if something “drugstore” such as e.l.f. works—I’ll buy it.  I don’t mind spending money on other items but I have a limit.  As much as I loved the Guerlain trio, I simply cannot justify the price.

Done!  I took these photos by the window where the light is brighter. I’m no makeup artist but for the most part, all of these products work well….

AND, for those who cannot bear to see an ageing face…

Here is “fake” face me. The kind that makeup and skincare companies use to entice older women to buy products.  They foolishly believe makeup will make them look 25 again.  Ain’t happening.  Embrace your age. It sucks at times but overall, be glad you’re around!

Thoughts welcomed in comments.  How much would you spend upwards on skincare and makeup?  Are you wearing less or more as you age?  What tips to you have and what favorites?

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