The eternal question looms before us daily. What to wear?
For me, the answer is simple. What works for me? Black, black and more black!
Boo!
Okay, some gray (it matches my roots) but not too many shades of gray as that shatters my clarity.
As a transplanted NY comedy writer in LA and the 2010 Erma Bombeck Global Humor Winner (Erma rocks!) I feel compelled to wear black most days. (So much so, that my concerned neighbor inquired, “Dear, are you in mourning?”)
For me, black summons the Muse. Black is cosmopolitan. Black is bodacious. Ha, I know what you’re thinking. Yes, black camouflages belly fat, love handles and flabby thighs (all the more reason to love it, I say!)
I like “comfy shab” when I’m plugging away on my humor blog Barb’s Blast (you’re reading it now honey!) or my books (stay tuned!) but also when – like many contemporary women (translation: multi-tasking, overachieving masochists)
I am a working wife (is there any other kind?), working mother (geez, is there any other kind?) coach, mentor, CFO, CEO, COO, microwave chef, dog nurturer, Satellite Sisters & Chaos Chronicles fan, Dorothy Parker & Robert Benchley worshiper, entrepreneur, bad TV aficionado, pop culture critic, aspiring cougar, pet therapist, chief wine and water bottle recycler, caffeine addict and other things I can’t recall.
With classic black and gray styles, I am as equally fashionable squeezing cantaloupe and kiwi in the busy market as editors and clients in onerous business meetings.
I am as comfortable stripping down in airport security lines as I am crafting uppity one-liners.
I look casually chic even when I feel as scattered as a pile of pick-up sticks in a 5.5 earthquake.
Shucks, I toss some fake pearls on and folks take me for a classy broad.
Serious and playful; It works for me.
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