Felice talking on the phone

Finding Mom When I Didn’t Expect To

Mom and Dad are gone. I’m not complaining. I know in my 60’s it would be unusual to have a living parent. But still, normal or not,  I miss them. Most recently, I’ve been talking to my Mom who has been gone for 2 years. “I feel like calling Mom lately.” I texted my 3 sisters. “Does this happen to you?” “So much, it happens often.” And then, there I was waiting for my booster and the 95 year old woman next to me introduced herself. My name is Florence Somethingstein , do you live around here?...
Zephyr Zippered Cape $118

Capes and Coats in Warm Fall Colors

Fashion stylists often say that the third piece or top layer completes every look, and I definitely agree. Adding a punch of color to your outfit in a jacket or cape in an autumnal color will add style punch and a boost in confidence as you walk out the door. This fall, we are seeing outerwear in beautiful shades of sage green, mustard yellow, copper brown alongside plaids and buffalo checks. ...
Felice Shapiro watching movies

Couch Slouching and TV Binging For November 2021

Whatever the reason, I thought last year's binging behavior was over -- so over. My couch slouch posture had righted itself and I walked defiantly away from the screen and clicker last May but alas, I'm back with no regrets. I have even upped my binging game this time as the ridiculously short days of daylight and the crazy rains creep in and have kept us inside these past 2 weeks. Armed with the new Disney Plus App and Apple TV access, an ability to caste effortlessly without dialing up the kids on the west coast,  wrapped in my new faux fur blankie from Pottery Barn, I am ever ready for my great escapes.  Ready, Aim, Click.....I dim the lights, aim the  TV clicker and let the stories roll. So here's what I'm loving lately and what my friends are recommending: ...
Woman getting haircut

Why I’m Able to Relax During a Haircut

I was sitting in my hair salon the other day and an extraordinary thing happened. I made it through not one, not two, but halfway through a third New Yorker I'd brought along with me to read...I knew in that brief period of happiness on Saturday that this was a feeling that I needed to pay attention to. To return to. To learn from. To make the rest of my week—or at least my weekends—more like that moment. To somehow build in more guilt-free zones. I'm not sure that will happen. But it was good to feel it and acknowledge it....
Breakfast Paris style with my Auntie Dina

Energy Infusion: 24 Hours In NYC

Like a fair weather sports fan who had given up on their team in a down season, I guiltily admitted that I had forgotten how much I adored the buzz of the city and felt badly that I didn't think NYC could feel like this again. And for the first time in 2 years, I felt the fear of being in the city melt away and the allure returned. Breakfast Paris meets NYC style with Auntie Dina, a cultural immersion and the charge one gets from walking miles and miles with my friend in NYC ...
Kori Block Heel Bootie $595

The Style Power of a Perfect Pair of Classic Booties

A well-crafted pair of booties that fit your personal style has the power to transform any outfit you wear from good to great. There are a few key pairs you should consider having in you wardrobe. A flat everyday Chelsea or pointed toe boot, a water-resistant bootie, a dressier block or kitten heel, and some type of lug sole, combat or lace-up hiker are the four I strongly recommend....
Girl looking into mirror

The Only Time I Feel Pretty

The only time I really feel pretty is when I am looking in the small bathroom mirror from the shoulders up. There I can focus on just my top half, and I am pleased with what I see: a cute woman with still youthful features, a wide smile, warm brown eyes, and a nice décolletage.  Get me in front of a full-length mirror, staring back at the big picture, and I lose all perspective. My hips are too wide, my legs are too short, and my big breasts hang too damn low.  My face doesn't fit with my body, my hair is the wrong length, and everything looks mismatched. The gestalt of me is askew....
Dad and I

Dad’s Girl

"Hello Dad" I smile as his hand covers mine.  Just like that I am transported back to being Daddy's little girl, his beautiful first daughter.  Never mind that his hand covering mine is gnarled and arthritic; and that my hair at fifty-nine is a white as anyone else's in the room. I pretend not to hear the murmuring "That's Charlie's Daughter, isn't she lovely?"…and laugh when I hear him gleefully telling his Bridge cohorts as we leave the card room: "She drives that electrical car thing and, you know, they have to stop and charge halfway…"  Of course, I parked by the window. Dad.  He's always been one of the one of two people on Earth (the other my Husband) who always makes me feel loved, cherished and beautiful....