Still here!

I've gotten a lot of emails expressing concern since I haven't posted in a while. Thanks for worrying, guys - I'm completely fine!

I was away from my computer for a few days because I was in my home town for the weekend visiting with a group of my closest friends from high school. We have an annual weekend every summer hosted by one of us. This year was local (Port Washington), so I was able to go. We did a lot of reminiscing including a reenactment of the picture we placed in the ad section of our senior year book (poster size of the original is at the base of the stairs).


I personally believe the last two decades have been exceptionally kind to all of us. With age we've gained the valuable wisdom that electric blue eyeliner and frosted pink lipstick are not flattering. Having said that, we did agree that we may have been on to something with those bannana clips. The long haired amongst us may try to bring them back.


It was so much fun - and worth every minute of the resulting recuperative down time required by a serious case of sensory overload. I have been asleep on the couch nursing a headache since Sunday, but I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Thanks, girls! Can't wait for next year...

Wedding season

I remember a time in my life when most of the weekends between Memorial Day and Labor Day came with at least one and sometimes three weddings to attend. I know it sounds rude, but something about that marathon debt-inducing pace left less room for joy. Now that I'm (long) past that certain age, those carefully calligraphied envelopes bring a greater thrill when I find them in my mailbox.

One of the things I find most fun about weddings these days is the liberation that comes with knowing I will never have to plan another one. First of all, I intend to stay married to Terry. If I don't for some awful reason, then I will definitely marry for money the second time around, and I will pay someone handsomely to plan the next one.

My particular attitude may be why I got such a kick out of this view of wedding planning gone awry in The New Yorker. Some of the embedded links are hilarious. Check it out:

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White is the new black

Fashion being contrary as it is, and black being the nail color of choice for winter, of COURSE the new Chanel color for Spring is white. Blanc Ceramic to be exact.

I hobbled out to the spa in my hood with my mom and we both got manicures. So I would be prepared for Spring, I had bought the new Chanel color before my surgery. I'm liking it for the season, but I have to say, the black was much more striking. This just doesn't pack the same punch.

On another note, this is how I know I spend too much money pampering myself. The owner of the spa in my neighborhood sent me flowers to help speed my recovery. How sweet is that!? If you ever find yourself in northern Manhattan and in need of a good facial, stop in to Sava. I love this place:
http://www.savaspa.com/