I’ve always favored brunettes in both men and women, but Robert Redford circa 1970 has always proved this not to be true. And this month, his perfected formula for personal style is featured on the Ralph Lauren Black Diamond Holiday 2012 look book.
J. Crew, Chicago style.
Take me there.
Rarely do I buy greeting cards—ever. Occasionally on a birthday, mostly because I feel like the gift is incomplete without an envelope peaking from the top of the bag.
I remember watching the above scene for the first time and thinking, “Yes! That’s it.”
The last boyfriend always got me cards. I never thought much of them, to be honest. They lacked depth, much like the man that picked them out. To me, it was like saying, “I got you this card because I couldn’t find the right words on my own. Maybe I could have, if I really tried. But I’m kind of lazy, so here’s what someone else wrote.”
Gentlemen, don’t get me wrong. A sweet card is nice once in a blue moon. If it comes between getting her a card, and getting her nothing—get her the card! Because we all know it’s the thought that counts.
But if you really want to impress her, leave a handwritten note filled with your own words of admiration. Be romantic, be funny, be charming—just be something. Don’t take the easy way out. Don’t use someone else’s words. Because that’s just boring.
“If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.”
your dad reads your blog to and I love you more than any other ( MAN ) !!!!! Ha love dad —by Anonymous
As always, thank you for taking the time to pop in and see what’s been on my mind.
But never fret. You will always be the numero uno man in my life. I hope the man I marry (God-willing) will possess the love and support you’ve shown to me over the past 21 years.
You’re the best, Daddy-o.
P.S. Daddy, it’s too not to. (I know how much you love it when I correct you) I think this article sums the rule up best.
Your eldest and most favorite daughter majoring in Journalism, with pet peeves dealing with grammar that everyone hates to be pointed out.
From Katharine Hepburn’s 1981 interview with Barbara Walters:
Hepburn: “I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man…I’ve just done what I damn well wanted to and I made enough money to support myself. And I ain’t afraid of being alone.”
Walters: “Is that why also you wear pants?”
Hepburn: “No, I just wore pants because they’re comfortable.”
Walters: “Do you ever wear a skirt, by the way?”
Hepburn: “I have one.”
Walters: “You have one.”
Hepburn: “I’ll wear it to your funeral.”
Talk about one hell of a woman.
The definition of a silver fox.
“I bought a piano once because I had the dream of playing ‘As Time Goes By’ while some girl was leaning on it drinking a martini. Great Image. But none of it worked out. I can’t even play chopsticks, but I’ve got a nice piano at my house.”