The Mother-of-the-Groom Diaries — Am I Too Old for Splashy Earrings?

A woman wearing a purple V-necked jersey gown with rhinestone embellishment. Photo by BF Newhall

This gown needs earrings. Big, blingy, look-at-me  earrings. Photos by BF Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

The long dress I was planning to wear to my son’s wedding needed earrings. Not [Read more...]

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My Killer Shoes — Brought Down to Size by Those Four-and-a-Half-Inch Heels

Silver satin  1/2 inch high shoes with clear stone pave straps at Nordstrom $129.95. Photo by BF Newhall.

The Killer Shoes: Silver satin with with 4 1/2-inch heels and a funky zipper up the back. By Glint, at Nordstrom, $129.95. Photo by BF Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Jon picked out his wedding attire in a half hour. I’ve devoted several all-day shopping trips to my wedding outfit and I’m still not done.

Jon feels sorry for me. All that shopping. So many trips to the mall. So many trips [Read more...]

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A Case of the Human Condition: My (Awesome) Zumba Body

zumba class in action. Photo by BF Newhall

That's me on the left. Photo by BF Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Trying on bras at Nordstrom the other day, the truth was all too apparent. Too much flesh here. Too much skin there. Some of it fit into the bra. A lot of it didn’t. I felt terrible about my body.

Lucky for my body image, however, I went straight from lingerie shopping to my Zumba class. A few warm-ups here, a few stretches there, a little grapevine, and I was feeling great. So was my body. It reminded me that it can jump. It can move with the beat. It can cumbia. And yes, those hips can wiggle.

For a more extensive treatment of  my relationship with my undergarments, see my Mad Men girdle story.

 

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A Case of the Human Condition: A Half Century Later I’m Still a Size 10 . . . OK, 12

Two teenager girls in Bermuda shorts, 1950s. Photo by DG Falconer

My brother Dave took this picture of size 10 me and my friend Karel McCurry. Photo by DG Falconer.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

I discovered a forgotten pair of jeans at the back of my closet the other day. Nice jeans, I thought. I could throw them on for a quick trip to the drug store or the plant store. I tried them on. A perfect fit. They were a size 10.

I did a double take. Wasn’t I a size 10 in high school way back in my mid-century modern days? But that was twenty pounds ago. [Read more...]

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