Flabby arms are the bane of most women’s existence in our 50’s. All of a sudden those lovely short sleeve tops and dresses just don’t look as good as they used to.
Not long after I turned 50 I discovered, quite by surprise, that I too had flabby arms. When did that happen? Perhaps I was in denial, but it wasn’t until I saw photos of myself from a special occasion where I proudly wore a beautiful midnight blue cap-sleeve designer dress that I found for a steal at Nordstrom (it was a Tadashi Shogi) that I came to this realization, though. I was so excited to wear that dress. In the store mirror and in the full-length mirror at home, I felt great in it! I loved the cute cap sleeve and thought that it was very flattering. I was horrified when the pictures came back though when I realized how unflattering those cap sleeves were on my now flabby arms. What a rude awakening, at least to me! Others said I was being way too hard on myself and maybe I was, but I was so surprised by the what I saw. From that point on, figuring out how to hide my upper arms was my number one priority.
Recently, as I was searching for other options for hiding flabby arms and I was delighted to find some great tips from Style Expert Deborah Boland from Fabulous After 40. (more…)
Sometimes you fall before you fly.
In my case I had to
Stumble in the dark,
Fall on my face
And get up again…
Only to walk into the wall.
I found this quote on facebook the other day and boy did it resonate with me. While I don’t think anyone can say they haven’t felt this way at some point today, yesterday, last week, last month, etc., I truly believe that some of us find ourselves feeling this way more often than others and perhaps with greater intensity. I know that I am one of those people.
Our lives are filled with battles won and battles lost. Good times, bad times, positive lessons learned that propel us forward and negative lessons learned that can sometimes still hold us back, even in the best of times, until we find a way to move forward again.
I find myself stumbling in the dark once again now that my daughter is in high school and continues to grow more and more independent. Just as I have many times before, I’m back to focusing on who I am, where I want to go and who I will be when she is, for the most part, independent of me. We’re now thinking ahead to her last two years of high school, PSATs, SATS, college applications, essays, campus tours and ultimately going to the school of her choice. I’m thinking ahead to the day we drop her off to begin her freshman year, her college graduation, her first job right out of school, and her eventual move out of our home to her own home, as she officially begins her own adult life. It’s less than a decade away and it’s frightening to begin this journey that all at once feels familiar, scary and new at the same time.
Though it sounds cliché, being my daughter’s mom has been my most satisfying work ever and the most educational for me. No, it’s not always been the most exciting of jobs with a job description that has included in random order:
On my birthday, last month, my family and I decided to go to one of our favorite areas to celebrate — Old Town Alexandria, Virginia. After a lovely brunch at a French restaurant called Bastille we went to the Old Town Boutique District, which I’d read about, but had never been to before. My daughter was pretty excited to check out this fun shopping area too; my husband, I can safely say, was not, but he was such a love to indulge me on “my day.”
One of the stores I’d read about in the Boutique District and wanted very much to take a peek in was Periwinkle, a sweet boutique that is filled with beautiful designer clothing, shoes and accessories. As luck would have it, a little chalk board at the door just happened to advertise that they were having a sale and I personally lucked out when this pair of Beverly Feldman T-Strap Sara Bis Pumps was not only a sale item, but happened to fit!
Tropical Porch Courtesy of Houzz [dot] com
Wouldn’t it be great if we could redefine what a Sunroom is? Here’s what I’m thinking I’d like the Sunroom to be. I’d love to have a year round room in my house that would be all windows — even the ceiling would be made of glass. No breaking of the glass ceiling here–this one would withstand the elements! The daily temperature in my sunroom would be a steady cool temperature, say 68 degrees, with a gentle natural breeze that (more…)