Confessions of a Serial Swooper

Before I signed up to become 24-hour indentured servant to two little dictators, I worked in the world of advertising, PR and special events.  I have great respect for smart marketing, clever products and well-run functions.

I did a post not too long ago about a wine bag.  For the fashionable wine-aholic.   (Which I, of course, am NOT.  Because, I hate fashion.)

Well, I decided I’m putting my wine bag up on eBay and going for this new product instead.  They call it the “Wine Rack”.

Don’t judge me.   ‘Cause I’m thinking I’ll fill it with Capri Sun and let my kids suckle at the beach.  Good Mommy.

And speaking of clever marketing.   I think this is simply brilliant.

(Click and look at the copy.)

Clever, no?  Like we all needed another reason to love Lay’s potato chips.

And, lastly, today is the occasion of my 39th birthday.  Sigh. Probably in a fit of “face it, woman, you’re no Barbie” I recently decided to stop coloring my hair blonde and go back to my “natural” color.   Less maintenance, less cost, whatever.

I am what I am!   Hear me roar!   Word up, Helen Reddy!

So, my hair dresser decided to strip my hair of the 25 years of color layers and see what we would see…

Blonde-ish brown ala Aniston?

True brunette ala Vanessa Minnillo?

Ummm.  No.  Not so much.  Turns out my hair is very celebrity-like.

Unfortunately it’s very like THIS celebrity.

Yeah, well the hell with going natural.

Dye those follicles, woman, and quick.

I admit I always dug Sophia though.  Easily my favorite Golden Girl.   A classic Sophia quote from 1989:

[Sophia is unhappy that daughter Dorothy’s relationship with younger man, Eddie, is purely a physical one]
Dorothy Petrillo-Zbornak: Look, Ma, I am a grown woman and I have needs.
Sophia Petrillo: Needs! You need food. You need air. You need a better wrinkle cream. You don’t need sport nookie!

Sport nookie.

Ha.