On Sunday, March 2, all eyes were on the flowing Prada gown worn by Lupita Nyong'o at the Oscars, but when the lights dimmed, among the movie stars of a certain age, more attention was probably being paid to finding ways to have younger eyes.
The pansies are fading away. The daffodils are almost in full bloom. This could only be a sign that winter is on the way out, making way for spring.
The selfie was the Internet craze of 2013, and self-portraits of everyone from the president to Grand Peggy are showing up in my Instagram and Facebook feeds well into 2014.
Women of all ages are falling in love with one of the year's most daring trends: short hair.
Recently, I was going through boxes of my mama's old photographs when I found all the valentines she had tucked away from years gone by.
The runways always inspire. Last week I spent time with my favorite fashion-forward mouse at the Magic Kingdom, where she is always at home on the runway in sequins, everything pink and sparkly.
We all know women are the ultimate multi-taskers, especially moms.
The '70s, so I am told, was a groovy era. I was just a kid, but even I remember the bell bottoms, wedge heels and episodes of "The Brady Bunch" in which Marcia was the beauty, Cindy was the baby and, well, there was Jan in the middle. The Bee Gees were on every radio station, Farrah Fawcett was the sex symbol and three iconic haircuts came onto the scene, man.
I sit here wrapped in my favorite cozy scarf, recalling all the New Years I have known, both as a child lighting up the dark country nights with my brothers and a bag of "firecrackers" to elegant dinner parties clinking champagne flutes as an adult. Yes, I am wearing my silver sequined slippers, y'all.
It seemed each day I added something new to my flocked tree -- old world Santas, silver glittered ribbons, ice blue glass balls -- yet something was still missing.
Hair, more than anything else, dictates how a woman feels about who she really is, and I strive to make sure that every client who sits in my chair feels pampered and loved."
Without question, my favorite memory of my beautiful mama is her love of makeup. Even in the darkest of days, nothing put a smile on her face quite like a bright lipstick or shimmery blush.
I see Christmas everywhere, and that must mean it's time for Thanksgiving. Even though my table is set with turkey motif dishes surrounded by pumpkins, gourds and acorns, I confess the other rooms are spilling over with Christmas decor.
Our grandmothers gave us sage advice on most everything under the sun, but perhaps we should have listened more intently when they were passing out beauty tips. Mayonnaise, milk, beer ... well, I declare.
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