Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Much Ado About Miscellany


Spring is in the air and is it true? A whole bunch of old goats are sowing wild oats.  Wow those little blue pills must be something, huh? Do they make Viagra for gals?  I ask because there are some Cougariffic women prowling about.  Grrrrrrrowwwwlll. I am surprised they can make it around the bar without their walkers....

And when it comes to cougars the favorites are always the ones who try to reinvent themselves and do the born again virgin so to speak. One in particular comes to mind.  She can be all Queen Victoria of MCC but who remembers when she was busy chasing the squash boys around? Tsk, tsk. Quite a few remember, darling. You can do that whole to the manor born, but your heels will always be round, won't they? And your latest husband is like Wimpy without the burgers, isn't he?

And what gent is reportedly going from DAR to Pan Asian? That ought to take it all to a whole new level, right? Well it is not like anyone much likes you so maybe we'll just wish #2 god speed and good luck?

More plebeian and westward ho, a divorce drags on (emphasis on 'ho) and new ones are in the air just like the scent of spring flowers?  What is it they say about cheaters never win?

And fresh as a daisy....it is almost time to do the who's who of tucks, face lifts, and other adjustments.  Who came back from Palm Beach and elsewhere with new faces shiny like a bright penny?  With all that money, one would think they would also get their hands done to match......Juvederm , Restylane, and Botox OH MY!

Don't you just love the Main Line? 


Now onto two somethings that just cracked me up when I read them:

OPINION   March 29, 2013, 6:31 p.m. ET
Wall Street Journal: To (All) the Colleges That Rejected Me / If only I had a tiger mom or started a fake charity.
By SUZY LEE WEISS

Bad Neighbors, Nasty Notes and the Death of Idyllic Suburban Life

Most people move to the suburbs for the small town life. But, as our writer found out thanks to a nasty note on her friend's car, that small town life is in serious trouble.

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By Vicki Glembocki


(Just read it, you will enjoy it)

And then came across this twitter account on Google.  No wonder it hasn't been updated.  Just vile:



Monday, April 8, 2013

RIP High Priestess of Preppy Prints: Lilly Pulitzer Has Died




I am a devotee of Vintage Lilly.  There is nothing like it.  I  often have a hard time with modern Lilly in part because of who is wearing it - they think it makes them belong and be civilized, but it does not.  The quality of the fabric is also not what it used to be, and if I am going to fork over the money, the better value is a Vintage Lilly.  Unless you are purchasing Vintage Lilly from the Junior League Thrift Shop in Ardmore - they are over-priced and their clothes often smell and the shop girls are obnoxious. (and why is it they can't clean that store?)  The nameless, faceless corporate empire who owns the Lilly of it all today doesn't have the true spirit of the woman who created the line originally.  Or the quality.  But I bet they have Lilly toilet paper for sale.

I grew up wearing Lilly.  My mother wore Lilly.  All her friends wore Lilly.  It was just part of the uniform of our lives.

So while some will be mourning Margaret Thatcher who also passed away today or yesterday, I will be mourning Lilly Pulitzer.  Many have sought to copy her, most have fallen short. Take some of the Josephine Sasso look for example - you can see the influence there and she uses a lot of heavier weighted fabrics in her frocks.  I like the look of Josephine Sasso dresses, but the prices never met the finishing of the clothes.

The end of an era.

RIP Lilly Pulitzer, thanks for all the years of fabulous summer frocks.

Lilly Pulitzer, 1931-2013

Heiress Who Gave Elite Clothes a Tropical Splash



As the story goes, in its most romanticized version, Ms. Pulitzer’s fashion empire, famous for its tropical print shift dresses and lighthearted embrace of jarring color combinations like flamingo pink and apple green, was born out of necessity.
      
In 1959, after opening a juice stand among the citrus groves of Palm Beach, Ms. Pulitzer, an heiress herself who had married young into the wealthy publishing family, needed a dress that would camouflage the stains of orange and grapefruit spills. So she had one made, creating a look that proved to be so popular it would become a mark of membership for old-money families at play for more than five decades. Her vividly flowered housedresses became known, in the shorthand of the rich, simply as Lillys. ....At its height in the 1960s and 1970s, Lilly Pulitzer, with its popular resort wear, had sales of more than $15 million, a store on Jobs Lane in Southampton, N.Y., and clients like Jacqueline Kennedy and C. Z. Guest. Revived by a licensing company two decades ago, after Ms. Pulitzer’s retirement, the label now has annual net sales of more than $100 million with modern takes on many of her original prints.   .......Lillian Lee McKim was born Nov. 10, 1931, in Roslyn, N.Y., the second of three daughters of Robert and Lillian McKim. Her mother, whose maiden name was Bostwick, was an heiress to the Standard Oil fortune and left her husband for the racing enthusiast Ogden Phipps in 1937.....Lilly and her sisters, Mimsy and Flossie, had a privileged upbringing, attending the Chapin School in New York and Miss Porter’s School in Farmington, Conn. Lilly briefly attended college, but left to work as a nurse’s aide.

While on vacation in Palm Beach, she met Herbert Pulitzer Jr., known as Peter, a dashingly handsome grandson of the publisher Joseph Pulitzer, and shocked her family by eloping with him in 1952 ....While Ms. Pulitzer’s first marriage did not last — she divorced Mr. Pulitzer, again shocking their friends, and married Enrique Rousseau, who had worked for her first husband and then a hotel, in 1969 — the business took off. 

At first, her dresses were seen almost exclusively in Palm Beach circles, and then globally when her wealthy friends began appearing in the designs in magazines. Jacqueline Kennedy, a classmate from Miss Porter’s, wore a Pulitzer dress while on vacation: “It was made from kitchen curtain material and people went crazy,” Ms. Pulitzer said. “They took off like Zingo.”

All That and a Bag of Chips? Really?

Well I wondered why it is so hard for nice divorced women I know to date...and now I know why.  They are all reading dither like The Divorced Dating Experiment.


Wow, it reads like the angry woman's guide to life just add blow torch.


Judging from where the author begins in 2010 I would say it is safe to say she is a Philadelphian of some sort, maybe a Main Line ex factor (there are a lot of those running around).


Ok so if you are a woman, you have been single at some point.  It isn't the end of the world.  Unless of course you expect others to take care of you, which describes (of course), half of the useless women on the Main Line.

But I hope this authoress of The Divorced Dating Experiment  doesn't act the way she thinks out loud about men, women, dating, whatever in real life, and keeps her secret thoughts for her blog.  Because wow, she is super judgemental. And full of unrealistic expectations.

Sure we have all had really bad dates, some of us have had to do the whole marriage thing twice or even three times to get it right, but on my Aunt Sally no wonder this one hasn't found the second time around "one".

I am thrilled when women think highly of themselves because face it, men find self-assured women attractive.  But read this blog?  It has Bitch in Tory Burch written all over it. And Candace Bushnell she ain't.

She is part of the 40s and 50s divorcées who are not only like serial daters, but who are just so obnoxious that men run for the hills if they are nice.

This one wants to download The Rules on her Kindle or whatever, but doesn't want to follow them.  She wants to just go get 'em.  Cougar hear me roar or what?

But oh my goodness madam, you want a relationship?  It takes time, it takes work.  It isn't instant beer goggles like college or martini madness of the early twenties.  People have lives away from you and often children.  Sorry if you don't like juggling between every Wednesday, alternating weekends, and split holidays and vacations, but that is reality.

The second time around it isn't all about you.  It's you and all of the assorted baggage.  Nothing is perfect, certainly not the over primped 40 something women hawking guys in restaurant bars desperately trying to look 25 and neither are the men.  Yes it is harder because you are getting the male divorced set and those who have remained single for very good reasons.

You sit there lamenting the whole new 40s dating experiment and wonder why it isn't working out? OMG read your blog! You sound presumptive, pushy, and above all else desperate.  And if you want men to like you, you actually have to really like yourself - not just the false bravado seen in your blog and whatever your cosmetic injectables of choice are.  Lady it is ok to admit this divorce thing isn't what it is cracked up to be, but what is it that you are bringing to the table that sets you apart from the rest of the tribe?  And hell, maybe the guys just don't like you.  The chemistry might be there for you on some level, but not them.  Who cares? Move on. men are like buses, there is one on every corner.

And you think meeting a blind date at Hooters to watch a football game is going to go or end well if you have any style at all?  Nice men do not take nice women to Hooters....even to watch football. No "Rules" about that, just common sense.  You might as well have gone to a strip club.  (eyes rolling)

Waaaah you are 43 and single. Do you have good friends? Do you have your health?  Do you have any activities whatsoever other than being completely self-focused?  Seriously, I am not being a bitch, but you would be hell the way you are to invite to a cocktail party.  Stop looking.  Enjoy your life.  Learn to be on your own again.  Talk to a shrink about those post-divorce man issues. 

So you do whatever the hell you want?  Mazel Tov, but like it or not in society there are rules.  You do not necessarily have to follow all of them, but you need to at least acknowledge their existence once in a while.

And you need to stop hunting men like big game. And honey, no man should determine your fate.  And like it or not, they all like a little mystery.  With you it sounds like you come with "warning, warning, Danger Will Robinson" playing over your head when you go on a date.

You need to master your own existence. Quit kvetching and get yourself a hobby and broaden your horizons.  Heck, go to church, volunteer somewhere.  Let the bad from your divorce go.

Sorry for the soapbox gentle readers but this blog is exactly why there are some of my female friends I will not set up post divorce - they act like this.  (And it is kind of embarrassing)


Saturday, April 6, 2013

Busy, Busy Carpenter Bees....


Oh go the hell back to Jersey.  Why is it the Carpenter's Union is always protesting something on the Main Line every time someone farts?

Unions have their place, and it isn't that people don't appreciate them, but are they entitled to every piece of work everywhere?


What happened to the free market system of things? 


Why is it that the Carpenters Union think every single thing means they should protest?  I mean jeez don't they get that this is the Main Line and we would be nothing without our foreign workers?  From our nannies to landscapers to the nice men who re-stucco our McMansions, Main Liners love their foreign flair, right?

I also have to ask will they start protesting the fact that I put my own groceries in the car at Giant in St. David's or Whole Foods in Devon? Oh wait, better not mention Whole Foods, don't think they are union. Oopsies.  (But hey they can't protest Whole Foods unless it's an organic rat, right?)

But seriously, am I supposed to live like a New Yorker and every time I have work done or a delivery made to my home?

I already felt sorry for the people of the eastern Main Line regarding the U.S. Open because it will create traffic nightmares and whatnot even as it brings business (hopefully) into our local towns, but now they have to deal with disgruntled union workers with Jersey plates on their big old trucks picketing?

I am sorry I must have missed the memorandum to clubs on the Main Line dictating who can work on their properties, right? Will they be unionizing the nice American woman who cleans my house this spring too?

Why aren't they picketing the developments going up everywhere?  Why not share the love with say, Toll Brothers in Newtown Square?  Or someplace where Orleans is putting up another set of tract homes? Wouldn't a giant rat look spiffy over there?  You know, where REAL construction is going on? 

Or maybe I should phrase it a different way?  Maybe I should ask how many members of the Carpenters Union live on the Main Line and are being deprived  of work? 

I am just a housewife who eats bon bons and gets mani pedis and shops a lot so I need these things explained to me.  Is my afternoon pick-up line going union too?  What about my teenage babysitters?

I always thought unions were a good thing that protected workers but I do not see how this is protecting anyone do you?  Here we are about to see the start of this major big deal sporting event and this happens?

How embarrassing. I love St. David's and Arronomink even more right now!

Main Line Media News: Unions ratchet up the protest at U. S. Open at Merion

Delco Times: Unions ratchet up protest as preparations for U.S. Open continue at Merion (With Video)