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Normally, I’m a sucker for the sweetly prepackaged romance of Valentine’s Day.
I love being an “early adopter” of new style and beauty trends. For the novelty, sure, but mainly for the utility: It makes me feel useful when I get a chance to weed out the nonstarters for my posse of age-50+ girlfriends — and that includes you!
I almost always wear black. It dresses up inexpensive basics, and it makes otherwise-edgy leather leggings and over-the-knee boots come off as classics.
Love to gawk at award shows? Me too.
I’m launching a new support group for 2015: a clan of women who will resist the urge to freeze and fill every nook and cranny with a syringe of neurotoxin or filler. Want in? If nothing else, it’ll save you some serious coin.
“New year, new you.”
I’m not germophobic — well, not clinically so — but weeks of Ebola scares have me stashing hand sanitizer and antibacterial wipes in every handbag I own.
I approach the holidays like a Golden Globes nominee — that is, with a can’t-fail-to-look-good plan.
This boomerina is no fan of cold weather, but she does love winter sports — the indoor variety, that is!
Sorry, Beyoncé, Lady Gaga and Katy Perry, but your name on a perfume bottle is not enough to entice a choosy sniffer like me.