O, makeup. How do I love yet resent thee? For most women, cosmetics are a bane and a blessing. They can be employed to play up your best features and mask your perceived flaws. But each day is like painting the Sistine Chapel just to wash it off at the end of the day.
Not all cosmetics are created equally. I’ll admit, I practically go into heat when I’m at the MAC counter. All the pigments all the weights and sheens and lusters. Yes, vanity is a sin. But so is …

You walk into an interview wearing a suit and tie, resume in hand, hoping that your appearance improves (or at least doesn’t detract) from your resume. You show up for your date, ready to impress with the right jeans and the ninth shirt you tried on. Want to sell the look? It’s all about the shoes.
Seriously, how different can a suit look from another suit? As guys, we only get a few options to accessorize our look and stand out. Eyeglasses, watch and bag. Anything …

We all have our neighborhoods. College Hill is mine. I relocated to this zip code after a year in an Apartment Complex That Shall Not Be Named because I loved the big, old houses, the tree-lined streets, the walkability. Being close to my favorite coffee shop, Caffe Posto, and the rest of the businesses at Douglas and Oliver was an added bonus.
As we know, Posto bid adieu last week. Before that, we knew Barrier’s was closing. Then down went Myoptix. The corner had already lost Frank and Margaret earlier in …

Every so often, Wichita breaks my heart.  No, it’s not the Rocky Mountain-sized inferiority complex or the lack of architectural history, but rather from seeing visual disasters that shock me to my core.  For example, driving down Rock Road at night used to be nice because there was traffic and lights.  Now, all I see is the string of chain restaurants littering the landscape.  When Hooters no longer stands out, you  have a problem.
Occasionally I will go out and see that every man in the building wearing exactly the same …

Have you ever seen a news story about one of those coupon mavens – the moms who buy $100 of groceries and only pay $2.23 thanks to coupons and BOGO sales? Yeah, that’s never been me, and it probably never will be, because they don’t make coupons for the brands I buy. Or, rather, the not-brands. I’ve never been a name-brand kind of girl – or, at least, I stopped being one when I started shopping for myself in college and discovered the joys of 99-cent “Equate” dish soap. I’ve …