Having a March birthday is a bit of a mixed blessing. You have lots of company; seems like March is kind of a human-birthing month, and in our family, we have a bunch of Aries women and one Pisces. Me. Which means the weather on your birthday is usually on the grey and grim side.
At Oxenrose Salon in San Francisco with Mr. Ry and his pal, now my pal, soon to be your pal, hair genius Scotty. The music is loud but cool, the hair dryers look like science fiction set pieces, and the products are all totally new to me. Big fun! The Oxenrose salon decor had me
So I’m walking along Sutter Street, just off Union Square in San Francisco, and what should my hungry eyes behold in a sweet little shop window? Gloves! Retro jewelry! Uniqueness! Not particularly on a shopping mission; the Pirate and I were just strolling like honeymooners, celebrating our 23rd year as Mr. and Mizz (November 12,
I WROTE THIS IN 1998, BUT NOTHING MUCH HAS CHANGED EXCEPT THE NAMES OF THE IDIOTS IN CHARGE OF THE WORLD. She’s right there, sitting next to you, and she’s got all the answers. In borrowed pajamas, reading your magazines on your couch while your new Reckless Red polish dries on her nails. Slumped on
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