Back in 1987, I had a NYC neighbor who claimed to be an Indian Princess. She spoke the Queen’s English and gave out advice of all sorts with a haughty flair. While she was full of shit in some ways, she was often spot on in matters of fashion and design. Her small one bedroom apartment was impeccably decorated in an understated elegance. Dark grey fabric walls were inset with antiqued mirrors. And while I couldn’t be bothered with many of her edicts, her walls spoke to to elegant aspirations of my future.

( Credit: Stephen Cavallo/Mirror Fair Photograph by Jeff Hirsch)

An object from the past evokes many emotions. A Pukeberg, Sweden Glass company, clear chunky ashtray from my childhood reminds me that a very young age I appreciated quality and  design. My first piece was given to me by my mother, the second was found by surprise at a thrift shop. Finally, I found the third one on ebay.  They may not be valuable to an outside marketplace but they hold a special place in my heart.

Theory Daryette Elevate

Theory Daryette Elevate Bomber

Madewell Side Zip Bomber

Banana Republic Life in Motion Bomber

Schott Leather Bomber

After seasons of shrunken blazers and boyfriend cardigans, I needed a fresher solution for a light coverup outdoors or to add polish while dealing with South Florida’s air conditioning. Now, I can’t stop buying these bomber jackets in different fabric and colors.

I like eating healthy and prefer vegetables to meat. I make cauliflower rice pizzas and vegan cookie recipes to see if I can land on a good one. But there are some things that just need to be left alone and enjoyed the way the food gods intended.

Making pretty zuchinni ribbons with my Spiralizer and putting a marinara sauce on it doesn’t make it pasta.

Which reminds me of a great quote by the wonderful actor Joan Cusack playing the role Cynthia, to Melanie Griffith’s, Tess in the 1988 movie, Working Girl. “Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn’t make me Madonna. Never will.”

Let’s not get carried away.

While I have embraced my grey hairs, tailored my exercise to accommodate permananent limitations, wear eyeglasses/contacts to see, I have not fully accepted that my skin is no longer what it once was. I haven’t yet succumbed to botox, fillers or facial surgery and I am hoping I don’t– but never say never. Currently, I am arming myself with collagen powder taken once a day and using micro-needles to attempt to jump start some much need collagen production. Results remain to be seen…..

Time for my annual list of words or phrases that need a little space in time before employing them in our vocabulary. Cheers to 2018.

Disruptive

Disruption

Intersection

Inflection

Intersect

Self care

Fake News

Inflection point

Unpack

Micro

Milennials

Macro

Relationship goals

Gucci

Spirit Animal

Extra

Disruption

Panton Ultra Violet 2018

2018 Pantone Color of the Year

“PANTONE 18-3838 Ultra Violetcommunicates originality, ingenuity, and visionary thinking that points us toward the future.”

Oh my goodness, what does it say about me that I dislike this color? I am not original, I don’t have ingenuity, nor vision.  I don’t have this regal purple anywhere in my home or in my closet.  The only reason I would like it is if my child goes to a school with this color as its own. So Northwestern Wildcat purple–yes. Otherwise, no.