Some people like to go to the State Fair. Some people (me) don’t.
But I LOVE the Renaissance Festival.
Sure, they’re both dirty and stinky and you have to use a Port-o-Let…
Maybe it’s the kilts and feathers, but I just feel like the festival is a bit more refined.
Here’s a simple test to determine if you’re a fair person, or a festival person.
- Do you prefer to see humongous breasts under an airbrushed T-shirt,
Because I believe that holidays that mean absolutely nothing should be celebrated with all of the exuberance and creativity of Christmas morning.
Really, I’m just looking for an excuse to eat more desserts.
“I’m sorry [insert personal trainer name], but you know how it is around Groundhog Day.
There are sweets everywhere. Cookies, fruit cakes, figgy pudding…
And with all the stress of the family in town,
I have to look nice at work. No jeans. No shorts. Definitely no jorts.
A dress code is OK by me. I believe that clothes (done right) can make you look slimmer, younger and just feel…happier!
I read all the fashion magazine articles – “How to Dress Two Sizes Smaller”, “Dress Up to Slim Down.” Blah. Blah. Blah.
I read Tim Gunn’s column in Marie Claire every month.
The principles behind these articles are always the same: