Death by Dye: How I Tamed Blondzilla

It was death by dye: Six years ago, I innocently added a few caramel streaks to my brunette locks and got hooked on hair color. Before long, I was a double-process blonde. About a year ago, however, my hair began to look like a groomed haystack on good hair days and yellow cotton candy on bad ones. In other words, it had become super-damaged. Last month in Paris came the final straw: My blond mane simply snapped off in chunks, …

What Can Blue (Nails) Do for You?

This whole blue-nail-polish “trend” is nothing of the sort. About six years ago, my cool cousin (and style muse) from Germany, Barbara Haspel, blew into New York City with her nails painted cerulean. Quickly gathering that I just didn’t get it, she dragged me to my local nail salon so I, too, could “work blue.” How long could it be, she wondered, before every woman in America was clamoring for blue, purple and other exotic shades? “It’s all about bold …

How to Get Rid of an Insect “Wasband”

This is my first summer in hot and sunny Florida. I’d like to send the sun packing because I’m not leaving. The only opportunity to exercise without melting into a puddle of sweat is a walk at dawn. No problem; I love dawn. As the sun comes up one morning, I slip outside and head off on foot. Passing a beautiful flowering bush that looks like a lilac, I pause to smell the blooms, just in case they smell like …

Fashion Lessons From Donna Karan

No prima donna, that Donna Karan. By closing shop at age 66 — Karan announced last week that she’s relinquishing her daily duties as chief designer of her namesake company — the visionary is stepping away from the world of fashion with her style legacy intact and her bared shoulders held high. Thanks to her shapely 1980s power suits and draped skirts, we finally stopped kvetching about our weight and learned to love fashion. Karan — no size 2 herself …

5 Fashion Fireworks for July Fourth

I live in suburbia — home to barbecues and book clubs, malls and multiplexes, country clubs, cul-de-sacs and Costcos the size of Connecticut. The occupants of those precincts will be out in force this Saturday, as SUVs all over town disgorge 50-plus types eager to communally celebrate our national birthday. (Cause to feel festive: We’re only 239 years old!) Whether you’re an empty nester, a “Glam-ma” or a dating divorcee rocking ankle tattoos, statement glasses and a monster-size handbag, you …

The ‘I Hate My Legs’ Guide to Summer Styles

Peel off my skinny jeans and you’ll find some colorful secrets: blue ropy veins, red spider capillaries and brown spots. (As for those wobbly inner thighs that even my killer spin classes can’t seem to firm up, let’s not go there.) Every morning when I open my closet, my summer dresses glare at me accusingly from their hangers. And I’m still not ready to discuss wearing shorts — although I have to say the new cut-off Bermuda-length jeans do beckon. …