What I Wore: Linen And Things
I think I’m in love with linen this year. Maybe it’s just a crush, but I am wearing it most every day in the Florida heat. Here’s a work outfit I put together for just a few dollars, starring a… Continue Reading
I think I’m in love with linen this year. Maybe it’s just a crush, but I am wearing it most every day in the Florida heat. Here’s a work outfit I put together for just a few dollars, starring a… Continue Reading
Florida’s weather forecast for the next two and a half months: Please make note of the “Feels like 100 degrees.” So I’ve come up with a super simple, cool uniform for my off-work hours. It consists of: A cotton knit… Continue Reading
Welcome to Visible Monday #134! If you want to participate, it’s so easy: just go to the bottom of this post for the how-to. Please be kind and leave a link to Not Dead Yet Style in your post. I’ve… Continue Reading
“Second Friday” is an event in our small city, where vendors (and politicians, arghh) set up booths to show off their stuff. It’s bucolic and fun, the way a small-town fair can be. And I do actually enjoy giving… Continue Reading
I’m not trendy. I buy a lot – at least half – of my wardrobe from thrift and consignment stores. My style is not of-the-moment like some fabulous bloggers, but it’s friendly, feminine, and it suits me. I do pay… Continue Reading
There’s nothing better than a little floral dress on a 90 degree day, unless it’s an ice cube down your back. We’re ready for the heat at Not Dead Yet headquarters. That means we mostly stay indoors until the sun… Continue Reading
I’m continuing the new “Weekend Check-In” feature today, as we had fun with it last time out. It consists of random thoughts, left over at the end of the week, about style and more. The fun part is you playing… Continue Reading
Sandy and I were watching some bad TV the other night, and saw a commercial for a hair remover. It looked like torture, the basic idea being to quickly pluck out bunches of hairs from a woman’s legs or underarms.… Continue Reading