As I stumbled into the abyss of YouTube fashion videos yesterday, I was inspired with awesome thoughts about possibilities, which rapidly awakened the trusty Dubious MinimalistTM in me. She's never very far away. Before realizing that part of me is damn cynical, but often right, I was thinking to myself, "I can do this, yes,… Continue reading Conversations with a fashion diva researcher
Category: Emptying the nest
How to be your own best critic
As females, we (I) know that we can be either critical or ecstatic about who we are (usually somewhere in between!). A look back at yourself over the years and your inner critic will appear to help you discover your real 'me'. Once you do, you can't help but be ecstatic about it. It all… Continue reading How to be your own best critic
A grudging reconstruction of thoughts on my wardrobe
I'm reflecting on the choices I've made in my wardrobe lately. Although, this week, not so much. It has been a pleasant surprise. Being an empty nester, on a staycation, and no-one but myself, the Mr., and the pets to see me, the wardrobe choices I made this week were beyond minimal. No kidding, if… Continue reading A grudging reconstruction of thoughts on my wardrobe
The sunrise of my 400th post!
As I was about to write my post yesterday, I noticed I was adding #399. Holy sh*t...almost a milestone! I'm impressed with my dedication to my hobby. So yeah, today, that means you are about to read my 400th post. Lucky you! And what does that mean to me? I get a prize (not an… Continue reading The sunrise of my 400th post!
Do empty nesters get better with each sunrise?
Do empty nesters get better with each sunrise, like time spent making good wine? Do we get stronger with each sunrise as we age? Do we continue to grow with each sunrise? August brings us hot days and cool nights in Wisconsin. The result is foggy mornings and dew on the grass blades. I love… Continue reading Do empty nesters get better with each sunrise?
For the love of rain and naps
Whilst it was raining, I closed my eyes to listen to the rain hitting the window. I love the sounds made by rain hitting surfaces. As a child growing up in a trailer home for shelter, I enjoyed listening to the rain hit our windows and roof. The steady ting, ting, ting sound on the… Continue reading For the love of rain and naps