When my son Hunter was preparing to interview for his first job, I was adamant that he be dressed to the nines. After all, first impressions are lasting impressions and I wanted to help him start off on the right foot. But mom, he said, this is a fast-food restaurant. I don’t need a three-piece suit. I’ll be so overdressed. I thought about that for a second. He had a point. He didn’t want to be overdressed for the culture of the organization, and walking in with a suit and tie might be a little too much for the casual environment of a fast-food restaurant. However, I advised him to still dress professionally and appropriately for the interview to help him project a positive image and to show respect to the person interviewing him. He ended up wearing tan trousers and a button-down collared shirt. Continue reading “Striped Navy Dress and Red Shoes”
When I was a little girl, my father would come home from work and surprise me with a new book. He would usually gave it directly to me, but sometimes, I would go up to my room and find a new book on my pillowcase. Heidi, The Secret Garden, The Chronicles of Narnia, even the Archie comic book digest found their way from my dad’s briefcase to my bedroom. I loved reading so much that I used to hide my books in my lap at the dinner table and read as much as I could while pretending to eat. My mother, who was all-knowing and all-seeing, put an end to my reading at the dinner table. But I read every other chance I had. Books transported me to other places and different worlds. I became friends with their characters, ensuring them that I would return soon when I took a break and closed their pages (or had to eat dinner). They introduced me to words that were beautiful on paper and even more lovely when said out loud: heaven, ethereal, love, angel. Books were magical. Continue reading “For the Love of Reading”
When I was in college, I worked part-time at a newspaper to help pay for my tuition and books but to also gain experience; I was planning to be a journalist when I graduated. One evening, my co-worker (who was also a college student) and I were manning the phones when Marjorie walked by, wished us goodnight and then left the building. Marjorie was my boss’s boss, and many of us college kids were in awe of her. With her tailored suits, sleek heels and chic, short haircut, she looked as if she could have stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. She was the definition of sophistication and elegance. We all wanted to be like Marjorie.
I remember my friend sighing as she walked by that evening. Then she said, “When I get a real job, I’ll have a closet just like hers, and all of my clothes will have to be dry cleaned.”
There are two main things that my stepson, Jack, and I have in common: chocolate and ice cream. We love them and have been known to curtail my husband’s diet many times with our taste for these two heavenly treats. We usually save our sweet tooth for the weekends, but this week, we weren’t so disciplined. Continue reading “Ice Cream Run in a Kimono”
My son, Hunter, has a great sense of humor, so when I asked him if he could take pictures of me for the blog, I knew that I’d be laughing throughout the two sessions we had planned one evening. And I was right! Continue reading “Tropical Prints and White Denim Jeans”
As a mom who works part-time from home with a long to-do list, it can be easy to succumb to the pajama uniform for the day. I will usually start working as soon as my husband and kids leave the house in the mornings and the next thing I know, it’s almost lunchtime! And. I’m. Still. In. My. Pajamas. Not a good look during daylight hours.
Although I am not a huge fan of leggings, I would be lying to you if I said my closet didn’t include a few sets of both ankle leggings for cooler months and capris leggings for spring and summer. I’ll admit, not only are they comfortable, but they make figuring out what to wear sooooo easy! Continue reading “How To Wear Leggings and Denim in the Summer”
My stepson, Jaekob, is a workhorse when it comes to his sports, exercise and nutrition. He is a regional and state high school champion shotput and discus thrower and he also plays on his school’s football team. He works out at the gym regularly, practices his shotput and discus throwing, and watches what he eats. He is laser focused on improving his athletic abilities every day and his efforts are paying off. He will start his senior year of high school in the fall, and he is drawing the attention of several colleges and universities. We are looking forward to seeing which school he picks to attend. Continue reading “Denim Pencil Skirt”
My 14-year-old son, Chase, has been taking guitar lessons since he was in 3rd grade. He started with my older son, Hunter, but Hunter has moved on to other interests. Chase, on the other hand, has stayed with his lessons and has improved considerably over this last year. I never thought that he would be interested in anything more than lessons but a few weeks ago he asked if he could play at an open mic night somewhere. Surprised, I asked him if he was sure, and when he said yes, I contacted the owner of a restaurant that we visit quite a bit and asked about him playing at her open mic night. Chase was pretty subdued the whole week leading up to his performance. I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck! A huge storm with thunder, lightening and strong winds had roared in just a few minutes before the open mic started and all the patrons on the restaurant’s deck ran inside. The power even flickered a few times. Continue reading “Easy Tank Dress for a Summer Concert”
I’m so fortunate to live in a part of Virginia that is easily accessible to so many attractions: the beach is about three hours away; the mountains are a two-hour drive; our nation’s capital is 45 miles north; and Richmond, Virginia’s capital, is about a 30-minute drive south. Continue reading “Enjoying the Old Faithfuls In Your Closet”
Every morning, my husband gives me a call as he’s on his way to his office. You’d think we wouldn’t have much to say because we talk to each other all morning long as we’re getting ready. But we do! It could be something we forgot to mention, something that came up between the time he left the house and when he calls, or he just calls to say he loves me (cue Stevie Wonder). Our calls last for just a few minutes and then we both get on with our day. But the other day, he called me a second time later in the morning with an interesting request: Please bring me some pants. Continue reading “Summer Cool in a Black Dress”