cardigans, tunics and a giveaway…oh my!!

Ok, so in a few days I am turning 40 (not that you’d know it from looking, right? RIGHT???) and I have spent the last few weeks contemplating the Big 40 blog post…and then I decided to do this instead…I may come back to the clever, contemplative introspective later – today, it’s all about the clothes!!! Or rather , the lack of clothing…..

Last week I saw an amazing post on how to pair cardigans (with waaay better photos too!!).  Unfortunately (for me – awesome for her) the author looks to be a size 6. But her ideas were refreshing and inspiring.  I decided to take it as a challenge, to see what I could pull out of my own closet, besides the ratty yoga pants I keep rambling on about….

So basically, here’s my take on cardigans.

  • I would never belt them on me.  Ever.  Besides it would simply get swallowed up where my back-fat meets my love handles
  • I would stick to lightweight fabrics, nothing ribbed or chunky. I have enough of that already
  • I prefer to pair them with tunics and dresses
  • I prefer to keep one hand on my cardigan-covered hip at all times apparently
  • I usually go for solid color cardigan with patterned tunic. On me solid colors tend to show every lump, jiggle and gooshy thing more than a pattern would – it’s all smoke & mirrors

Anthropologie tunic & Jcrew cardigan

Part Two Tunic Banana Republic Cardigan

Anthropologie Skirt NEEDS the right cardigan...ideas??

Local Designer Tunic, JCrew Cardigan

Local Designer Tunic, JCrew Cardigan

Esprit Size L NewWith Tags

So I do own clothing – but because my weight keeps fluctuating (and by that I mean going up!!)I have limited available clothing.   So, luckily (?!?!) I get to turn 40 in a few days and have received a few giftcards for shopping…(but not too many that I’d have turn down offers of more….just sayin…)

But if you have any ideas at all on ways to add to this meagre closet of mine that don’t involve the word stretchy or polyester….please please please let me know!!

In return, I’d love to find a new home for this stunning Esprit dress (see last pic). It has never been worn and is a size Large, it simply does not fit me in the right places.  I can see it worn with a cami underneath unless you are um, interviewing for a new job or applying for a bank loan or something….then just wear as is, with heavy perfume and red red lipstick…

Just leave a comment and let me know you want it.  If there are more than one of you, I will draw your name from a hat or something!!  If this is simply not your size or style, I’d love for you to send to a friend, it really is that nice a dress!  You would just have to decide for yourself: to wear with or without a cardi???  Also, I’d love to hook you up with the local designer who made my tunics, they were made to measure – feel free to ask!!



Filed under Clothing Liasion, giveaway, Saucy

help wanted

Help Wanted.

So I used to have this one friend and now I don’t ( wouldn’t you love to know)… And the one thing we were really good at was losing weight together.  It was half  competition (that was my half) and half support system (um, yep, she was the good guy in all this).  And it worked.  Between us, I think we lost the equivalent of a husky third-grade boy scout and it was awesome.

And then she broke up with me.

And  I rebound.  A lot. With pizza.  And chips. (Knowing all this would  make her piss herself with pleasure, I bet.  So I guess she wasn’t *all* good (There. Gratuitous insult complete) .  But I digress…

And ever since I have been moaning, whining, plotting, planning, contemplating, pontificating, reading – and now, finally – writing about my attempts to lose weight.  I have turned something simple into an algorithm best left for  the nerdy dude Matt Damon played in Good Will Hunting.

All I really need is some help, gentle reader.

Basically, I am looking for a weight loss buddy.  Someone to team up with.  I have built this job posting to help: (Please note: single-digit sized people need not apply):

Must be committed but not quite as committed as me.

-Must enjoy frantic phone calls, emails, and text messages where you talk me out of the bakery.

-Must enjoy chips, chocolate, cheese, pizza and cookies. I do not want to be the only one being deprived.

Preferably, I am looking for someone one size down from me – you will generously donate to me all your too-large clothing.  However, willing to accept someone one size up, purely for the smugness factor.

-Must  welcome verbal abuse.

-Must never lose more than me in any given week.

-Ability to see through all my bullshit and still want to motivate one another will be highly regarded.

The funny thing is – I am not really being funny!  So, if  you’re in a similar situation and looking to pair up, let me know!  Having this blog is amazing – the feedback truly encouraging, but I would like to go one on one with someone so let me know if you’d be interested.  (Must have email, facebook or twitter). Alternatively, here are some other openings:


Filed under Heavy Weight Wednesdays, Saucy

How Dense Am I?

Your breast are very dense”

Seriously – did my doctor just make fun of my boobs? 

Because it’s not bad enough that I get to lie here, totally exposed from the waist up, with my muffin top rolling over the side of my too-tight skinny jeans and flourescent lighting above designed specifically to highlight every stretchmark and dimple and pucker – but now apparently, my breasts are dim-witted too??

And the thing is – in the seconds before I realized what she was actually referring to  – I whole-heartedly agreed with her – these boobs of mine suck royally.   In fact last year, I briefly considered chopping them off. True story.

My boobs have never got me a date, a job, or a drink. Don’t get me wrong, I have received many a date, job, drink in my day but not ever as a result of anything peeking out from behind a fitted sweater or low cut tee. A revealing shirt and flat chest do not a date make, apparently. #BoobFail

My boobs could not even feed a starving child.  I know this because when my oldest was born, my boobs simply refused to give him all that he needed.   I brought my baby and my boobs to a lactation clinic every single day for the first three weeks of his life.  They were manipulated, squeezed, pulled, yanked, bitten, supplemented, pleaded with and threatened.  Nothing.  Tubes were given to help supplement with formula.  I remained a human soother for 18 months anyhow but it was merely for comfort (to me, it seemed an unhappy facade).  #BoobFail

Also, my boobs are more likely than not to fill with cancer one day. #DoubleBoobFail

I do not say this lightly.  Statistics dictate that this will be true.  Don’t worry mom, I blame the boobs, not you!  My grandmother had breast cancer – among other types – and lived until 94, when she dies tragically from old age.  My  mom, going strong in her 70’s has also faced multiple cancers.  In fact, at one point they were both in the hospital, attacking stupid cancer at the same time, just different floors.  So,  I  do no think I am being dramatic or neurotic.  I don’t want to have cancer – obviously – I just suspect that my family history, coupled with the fact that I am over-weight (another possible contributor) and my congested breast tissue may eventually lead me this way one day…

One technician, trying to be helpful (??!!), suggested that I would probably detect lump abnormalities much sooner than most   because my boobs were so so small.  Thanks Doc. Last year I even wondered (to myself, this is the first time I’ve discussed, ever) just chopping them off. But alas, this only exists in TV land ( I got the idea from an episode of Greys Anatomy anyway).  I made a few calls, explained my situation but this chopping off of the breast is not an option.  Not unless I am willing to do it myself.  I am not, in case you are wondering. I am not even sure that I would seriously consider this type of preventative healthcare but I was certainly surprised to discover that there are not even any conversations about this within the healthcare arena.

I will play it safe and get my mammograms yearly and hope that you do the same.  In the meantime, I need my faith in boobs restored.  Any suggestions??  What have your boobs done for you lately??

p.s. Googling breasts for some images should only ever be done once your children are in bed.  I had no idea….


Filed under Heavy Weight Wednesdays, Saucy


As a kid, I played a lot of cards.  My parents split up when I was 7 and my mom’s social life consisted of *Fun Things That Can Be Done From Home*.  Enter Card Night.  I learned to rock  rummie, crazy eights and euchre. We’d set ourselves up: me with the  matching wooden chips and dip bowl, and my mom with her black coffee and over-sized glass ashtray (this was the seventies, no judging).

Fast forward 30-plus years and I am still crushing on chips and dip.  And now I’m the one with the coffee.   And I am participating in a blog about healthy lifestyles that uses a deck of cards as  it’s platform.  (Wow, I am never sure if I am using the word *ironic* properly (thanks, Alanis!!) but have no doubt that there is some of that here).

Regardless, I am proud (and nervous) to be part of  an awesome new project.  So,I am donating today’s blog to it:

Theresa Albert has written a new book, Ace Your Health and I have been selected to be one of the gang that gets to contribute to her blog. I will chronicle my journey in 52 weekly segments.  Her passion and enthusiasm are absolutely contagious and I am thrilled to be a part of this project.  The premise of the book is to adopt small healthy choices gradually and she uses the idea of a deck of cards to highlight these ideas.  Using the cards is a novel fun way to approach some sometimes not so fun stuff  ( I believe there is a chapter on caffeine reduction I will be avoiding).

I suspect I will be pegged the reluctant one .  Even so, Theresa already has me hooked on hemp and chia (Warning: you *may* want to invest heavily in dental floss before you begin)! Check out her site and  book – Both are (organically,pesticide-free , seasonally) jam-packed with tons of awesome  info!!


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hair loss and what I wore

(originally posted November 2010 at suzieswapper)

Recently a friend was explaining that now that her kids were a bit older she’d like to return to work but she would really need to find something meaningful. something that contributes back to society.  Quickly, she looked up, realizing who she was talking to ( I am suzieswapper, afterall – creator of a clothing swap, a  materialistic vain endeavor, one could easily argue – and said that this was just her and she didn’t expect everyone to have the same values.


So after to this dim-witted friend of mine basically attacked my moral core & values in one fell swoop, I did question if suzieswapper was my contribution and did I feel ok with that. uummm, yes I do!!  Here’s the thing, yesterday I went for a haircut and it dawned on me I no longer felt like a super-model leaving the salon, and hadn’t for ages.

Seriously –  you know that feeling when you walk out of the salon.  Maybe you catch some chic looking in your direction and you’re convinced she’s deathly of jealous of you and your gorgeous locks – even if it’s just for the day, it’s a glorious feeling. 

And I won’t ever get it back.

Around 2 years ago, I started losing my hair (which is ironic because I never ever liked it anyhow until I started finding it on my pillow rather than my head, in copious amounts).  And it’s not coming back either. A very close friend, and hair specialist, used words like alopecia and permanent but I had to stop listening.

Also, I don’t have a great rack.

Or a swan neck.

Or dark sultry eyes.

But I do have clothes!  Pinks, purples, greens, blues…skirts, dresses, tanks & shoes.  And when I wear them I feel pretty.  And I smile more.  And studies have proven that spreading a smile can be as valuable as just about anything else.  so that’s my contribution to the world, you self-righteous, pompous naval-gazing thick-haired, swanny neck bitch!!!

And in case you’re wondering, my favorite locks these days are:


Filed under Clothing Liasion, Heavy Weight Wednesdays, Saucy

saddest day of the year? FUNK YOU!!

keeps coffee hot - in more ways than one!

I don’t know why but today is apparently the saddest day of the year.

Personally, I would have nominated the day after Christmas or First Summer Day where I expose my pasty white jiggly thighs to the world with this honor, but alas, here we are.  And actually, I am feeling a bit blue.

It is minus 22 and it seems as if Winter is just warming up (um, except the opposite), my pants don’t feel any looser (in fact, again feeling like it may be opposite day) and my 40th is approaching in a few weeks (I *may* have mentioned this already).

But since I no longer eat my way out of a funk I’ve decided to refuse the funk. So, FUNK YOU, funk!!!  I am going to surround myself with pretty things today, and keep the fire lit, the espresso machine on and the music loud.  I may also ignore the laundry, dishes, unpaid bills and uncut toenails .  I will only use my computer for good today – no CNN, Jezebel, or Huffington Post crazies for me.  So here are a few of my favorite things (oh, and did I mention my birthday will soon be here?):

Pretty as a picture

So what if the food, sucks, I be pretty in this!

dripping hot words spill forth

always Cassia Beck

Anna Maria Horner pure prettiness

Lori Richards


Filed under 5-pound Fridays, Heavy Weight Wednesdays, Saucy

My Ass Is On Fire

So, I have written and talked and contemplated weight loss for several weeks now, but as usual, have neglected much of the …. ummmmmm….. doing it part.  But I am very grateful now that I was weak and cowardly earlier today and let myself get bullied into working out by a kind, fierce friend who swears way too much.

hottest warrior ever

So, I worked out, felt sick, smelt sick and then I showered and now…I am a warrior.

Seriously, I spent the entire afternoon singing & whistling and feeling great.

Until my husband got home.

So, husband is home, dinner is ready (yep and the fact that I managed somehow to both workout and prepare dinner in the same day has also contributed to my glee/Glee – husband claims this is a first btw).  I am singing (not unloudly) as I dish out the chicken and suddenly husband bursts into laughter.  H asks me, pretty please, to repeat what I have just sung, in the same smug-ish voice he uses when I try to pronounce irregular French verbs.  Ok, it’s a tune I’ve had stuck in my head all afternoon, so no problem:

Me: “…My Ass is On Fire……”

Him: Can you  sing it again?

Me: Sure…(clearing throat)…My Ass Is On Fire

Him: Right.  Walks over to laptop and clicks on this video:

Me: Oh Shit…well whatever…why do those boys all look the same?…my version makes more sense anyhow”

And then he reminds me the time I confused this one too:

“Later on, we’ll conspire, as we dream by the fire…”

And my version:

‘” Later on, we’ll perspire, as we dream by the fire…”

Husband’s equally “funny” father got miles of jokes and laughter from that one. Used to sing it like that during the holidays. Yup, they’re all “funny”.

I don’t limit my gaffes to songs either. Earlier in the week,  I noticed there were 4 empty beer bottles from the previous night,and he was the only one drinking.  I turned to husband and declared:

“Husband, you got some ‘splaining to do.”  Except I used my best Gary Coleman-Different Strokes voice.  Except,as everyone except me knows, this infamous ‘spression was coined by Ricky Ricardo.

what chew talkin bout Lucy??

Husband did abrupt double take and lectured me on the appropriate Different Strokes – I Love Lucy pop culture applications. On a related and stunningly uninteresting note (husband specializes in related and stunningly uninteresting notes, sidebars and footnotes), did you know that Ricky Ricardo was a famous and established band leader pre-Lucy? Me neither. Do you care? Me neither. I just thought he had great hair and a cute accent.

This is why husband will get leftovers tomorrow night.


Filed under Heavy Weight Wednesdays, Saucy, Scaling Back