A penny saved is a penny spent
Have you ever just gotten sick of all the pants you own and had the urge to chuck them in the incinerator in favor of a new set?
I’m tall. I need a bit of a flare at the cuffs of my pants to create some semblance of balance and symmetry to my overall frame. Otherwise, I got highwaters that make me look like I’m walking on stilts from a distance. Roll on, Wilhelmina.
The details of his claim to fame are sparse–labor unions, migrant workers, some street in San Francisco that confuses people–but God bless Cesar Chavez for being since I gets me a CTF (Compensatory Time - Floater Holiday) day off tomorrow in honor of his legacy. We’re throwing in Monday, too, for good measure.
Memo to Madonna: We get it–yoga equals eternal youth and flexibility. Now, leave those mystery-free leotards at home, drop the tantric tarantula dance "moves", and bring back those groovy routines from your "Vogue" days, please. And what, is she supposed to be carousing through the trendy slums of Hong Kong in all of her videos now? New venue, chop chop.
Beauty is in the lies of the Sephora.
Mind the gap.
