When I was a kid, if one of my mother’s friends or an aunt came to visit, there was no mistaking that she was the adult.
I saw these women as glamourous and couldn’t wait to be a grown-up. It was not because they were tall, or wore make-up or had a few age spots–which they referred to a “beauty marks”–it was because of how they dressed.
They were a generation who wouldn’t dream of visiting someone else’s home in jeans or sweat pants. The most casual attire was the occasional capris or “slacks” and ballet slippers.
No, they wore silk scarves, charm …read more

As I oversee the the daily details of The Pet Set, I listen to the whistle of the morning and evening NJ Transit trains, on their way to and from Manhattan. That used to be my train.
I used to be a suit and cute shoes kind of girl, durning my years in corporate-land; now my attire is made up of, what I like to refer to as, “active Lab-wear” — which is stuff you wear as a home-entrepreneur and “home Labrador Retriever mom, ” — jeans, rugby shirts, and sneaks. Before, I used to carry a Metro …read more