Mom and I show off our final selection for her new shoes, belt, and bag.
My mom always loved my impression of Tab Hunter.... #TabHunter
My acute addiction to hairspray begins in 6th grade.
Literally hiding in the closet in 1976!
Candy striper by day, runway model by night. You need a bedpan, a sponge bath… or just my number?
Frat fashion phase: Sigma Chi edition. No regrets. (Okay, maybe a few….)
Modern day: and aged like a fine wine—say, Boone’s Farm or Mad Dog 20/20 with hints of regret and a bold bouquet of questionable decisions….
Early retirement: When my carb intake retires too, but my cravings missed the memo....