The Walk-In Closet

I never shop anymore. Well, practically never. Because in my new grown-up life as a wife-mother-homeowner-dogowner-fashion director-Physique 57 maniac, there simply is no time (and, umm, no money) left over for shopping. Sad, because I really really did love to shop. It was the thing I...

Don. Freakin'. Johnson.

Once upon a Botox, I learned that you can get a little bruise on your forehead right at the injection site; a tell-tale sign that you've done the deed. It happened to me once and lasted about a week though no one seemed to notice. (Concealer is your friend!) About a month later, I saw...

Dad, if you're reading this, you'll want to stop now. Trust me.

I decided this morning that I was looking a little too National Geographic in my nether regions. So I started giving myself a haircut in the shower: a little off the ends is what I had in mind. But then the left...

It's been quite a season for lipstick: lipstick on pit bulls, lipstick on pigs, and now, Lipstick Jungle. Last night I went to the premiere party for NBC's second season of...

Tonight I'm staying at the fun and friendly W Hotelin Chicago. (I'm in town for the next stop on the

Back in July, I bloggedabout John McCain's bouts of melanoma, the potentially deadly form of skin cancer, and applauded his recent skin-cancer screening. But in light of McCain's history of skin cancer, this tidbit that...