“I’m a true believer that every step we take in life is an essential part of the overall journey.” I don’t swoon over just any dame. Maybe Barbara Stanwyck or
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Fleur Cowles: The Queen of FLAIR
There are a lot of magazines, past and present. But there has never been a magazine like FLAIR. No magazine has ever been more aptly named than FLAIR, Fleur
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If Loving Them Is Sarong, I Don’t Wanna be Right
(This piece was written several years ago, when I frequently wore Hawaiian dresses to dinner, to work, to vote, etc. Sadly, my sarong days are pretty much over, and
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Rapture of the Wrap Dress
Why hasn’t Diane Von Furstenberg won a Nobel Prize? If ever there was someone who has made significant contribution to mankind it is she. The impact of this ingenious
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Meet Lulu: Vintage Clothing Entrepreneur and a Very Stylish Dame
I’ve been obsessed with vintage clothes my entire life. In those hoary days before the Internet, my best source for 40s frocks were the vendors I’d haunt at flea
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Noel Coward Gives Good Dame in “Blithe Spirit”
While classic movies are brimming over with dames, on average they parcel out one per film. The film of Noel Coward’s play, Blithe Spirit, happily eschews such miserly rationing.
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Turns Out I’m STILL Not a French Woman!
I’m surprised, and sort of outraged, that I’m still not a French woman. True, I don’t smoke, but I only shave my underarms sporadically so that should even things
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FEMORABILIA
If I Had a Ribbon Bow (aka Why I Need a 37th Little Black Dress)
Lately I’ve been having all kinds of epiphanies up in here. Not “meaning of life” stuff, but staggeringly obvious insights that mostly annoy me with their tardy blatant-ness. Some
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I’ve Got a Cherry on My Back
I have long been powerless against the cherry. Not the kind you eat, the kind you wear. For reasons not entirely clear to me, from time to time clothing
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I’m So Pathetically Not French
When I was a girl I loved to get those little booklets they sold by the cash register at the supermarket. I’d read and re-read all the “1,000 Baby
