Growing up, I spent a lot of time in thrift shops. Rummaging through secondhand clothing provided my mother with the same rush as treasure hunting. One woman’s trash was my mother’s $2 Liz Claiborne dress with the original price tags.
I knew it. I just knew it. Last year, when I saw “The Duchess,” I said to my husband, “This is gonna’ win best costumes. Watch.” How could it not? John Harkness, author of “The Academy Awards Handbook” explains (in seven registered trade marked pages) how to win your office Oscar pool.
Scores of superstitions surround fashion and beauty, and this inauspicious date of Friday the 13th is the perfect time to check them out. Let’s start in the bedroom.
The biggest fashion question this week has been what Michelle Obama would wear on Inauguration Day. But why? Why didn’t tabloid TV shows and the blogosphere buzz that Barack was having a tough time selecting the color of his necktie? This white shirt, or that white shirt? This black suit, or that bl
I’ve been thinking a lot about babies. It’s not that I want to have one anytime soon. I don’t. I can’t possibly have a baby. I’m a selfish 28-year-old who will, in one month, be a selfish 29-year-old.
