Ok, so style icon Audrey Hepburn didn't write these beauty tips. But she did quote them a lot, it's said, and I can see why. I mean, who doesn't believe in kissing? And of course happy girls ARE the prettiest girls. The question is, though, if pretty girls are the happiest. Are they? But I like . . .
My happy place is Macy's shoe department in San Francisco. I could spend hours in there, and have. My nearby Macy's can't even compare to the breadth and style, but was all I had the other day, when I felt like wandering around, hoping to find something I could actually wear. "Actually wear" are . . .
Brassieres and bra-fitting were the premise for a recent scene --I mean bitchfest--on RHONYC. If you don't know what RHONYC means, that's ok. You probably don't want to. Suffice to say it was the first series that showed me up close and personal that actual grown women in midlife could wear a . . .
This kitty is here to tell you that living luxe is not just for the very rich. She's a believer in small indulgences that make her feel like a queen, and she'd like to offer a few suggestions if you, too, want to live like a rich bitch. She's talked extensively with me about her ideas, so I'll . . .
Oscar de la Renta died in 2014, but left an amazing and varied body of work. His fashions ranged from simple and elegant to over-the-top costumey to frothy, feminine designs made for a fairy princess. There's nothing I like better than a costume exhibition, so when his came to the DeYoung in San . . .
You probably can't pronounce them--I can't, either--but if you're any kind of cosmetic junkie, you've probably heard about the seven toxic chemicals usually found in commercial nail polish*. A few years ago I bought my first 7-free nail polish--without those horrific chemicals-- and now, that's all . . .
Looking around, I can see that this having kids thing is pretty much a crapshoot. It hardly ever goes as planned. My hat is off to any and all parents who have had the strength to make the kind of sacrifices that parenthood requires. So, at this stage of life with a more realistic view, it's . . .
I was only 19 when Michael gave me my first engagement ring and a young 19 at that. It was an oval cut, full carat solitaire, which seemed gigantic and indulgent back in that day and age. It cost $800. At the time, I think I was making about $100 a week. No lie. When he dumped me...(I love saying . . .
In person, my husband is what used to be called a hail fellow well met: known to be hearty, friendly and congenial. A guy's guy. Or, what Dave Barry calls "a guy." My husband is a private person, though, who eschews social media. He has no idea why anyone would be interested in the daily minutiae . . .
The idea for this blog sprouted straight out of my head. Literally. My hair --or, more specifically--people's reaction to my hair served as the impetus for SisterLadyGirl.com ~LaQuinda Brewington It's cool when writers start personal blogs that are a perfect reflection of who they are, so today, . . .