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Happy Labor Day to All! Just wanted to thank all my customers who have been so great since I opened my booth at www.bonanzle.com/booths/AireApparent. I've sold out of most of my Coach bags, but I do have some GORGEOUS boots for sale. And then there's BOND...

I discovered that I am so smitten with Daniel Craig as the latest actor to tackle 007, James Bond. He brings an intensity to the role that has been sorely lacking and he's made Bond an interesting ride again. I swore off 007 after having suffered through GOLDENEYE with Pierce Brosnan. I'm sure Pierce is a great guy, but Bond he never was. I always felt that Pierce was PLAYING Bond, whereas Craig is an excellent Actor who knows what it feels to BE Bond. Anyway, this is just some sort of rationale to myself as to why I spent a ton of money on movie memorabilia, autographs and these incredible trading cards that feature fabric swatches from the actual wardrobe worn by Craig and his co-stars in both CASINO ROYALE and QUANTUM OF SOLACE. These cards are the coolest thing! So because I'm Obsessive-Compulsive, I couldn't stop buying these things. Now I've moved on and I'm selling nearly all of the cards, so you'll find great buys at my Bonanzle Booth: www.bonanzle.com/booths/AireApparent! Come take a look at the autographed photos of Daniel Craig...

I have a confession to make. I'm not the first person to say this aloud. In cyberspace no one can hear you scream. (Unless you've got the caps locked on.) I can feel myself stalling already.

I am not aging gracefully. There, I not only said it, I meant it. I wish I could say that I'm one of those really cool women who just accepts another year on the page of her life's story. But I'm not. I seem to be missing the gene. The "Age is just a number in a book" gene. My mother likes to tack on, "and mine's unlisted." I'm not sure if that's included under the gracefully category or not.

There are some truly amazing women who have refused to cave in to this damn obsession with youth. Katherine Hepburn and Audrey Hepburn pop up in the Dearly Departed column. Jacqueline Bisset, Lauren Bacall, Vanessa Redgrave have turned down the Botox and the lifts, while others have grabbed every new cosmetic revolution that gets a mere drip of publicity. Resversatrol, Juvederm, Botox, Ceramides, Peptides, and stuff I can't even begin to spell.

To my dismay I have discovered that I fall into the latter group. I truly did believe that I would grow old gracefully. But that was when I was twenty. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating. Thirty. Early thirties. Then I hit the wall. I remember looking for a job when I first moved out to L.A. (Like so many other things that I once swore I would never do. Like, I'd never drive an SUV. Jeeps are Jeeps. Not an SUV.) I was 33 at the time and a film exec sat across his enormous desk staring with apparent shock and awe at my resume. He then leveled his gaze at me and without a hesitation in his voice said, You're trying to get into film awfully late in life, aren't you? I laughed! Thirty-three was awfully late in life? This really is LA-LA-Land, I thought contemptuously. What a jerk.

But as it turns out, he was right. And for the first time in my life I realized that the "All things are Possible" had morphed right from the believing stage to the what-you-tell-yourself pit of self-denial. And after I spent a decade trying to prove that man wrong, I realized that the Possible cheer was a crock of shit. You can't always do what you want if you really really want something badly enough. Sorry, but you can't. Sometimes the path is blocked by an organized mob of thugs.

Hey, hold that thought while I go check out the Cosmetics Cop's latest product review. Be right back...

Retro Sexy

Sometimes it's awfully lonely out here in cyberspace. Seems only the GoogleBot comes around these days. No matter. I shall carry on, talking to no one in particular. Just continue to pretend that I don't exist.

I have some great Retro Sexy 1950's Art Glass Necklaces that belonged to my mother. Actually, they STILL belong to her, but she's cleaning house and since I no longer have a life, I don't really have anywhere to wear them. So they are up for sale. Take a look:

So, you can ignore me as long as you want. But I guarantee that if you dress up those old jeans and a t-shirt with any one of these beauties, no one will be ignoring you.

I'm so pleased with myself! I finally got around to writing my little Molly's story at The Animal Rescue League: http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/ps/3/fu7jhsau1lkynmj8b9x90

I hate to tout my own horn, but I'm so proud of the way things turned out for my little Welshie. She had a tough beginning to her life.

There's another photo of her enjoying her Best Bully Stick:
http://www.bestbullysticks.com/home/bbs/page_3704_17/molly_enjoying_a_bully_stick.html


By the way, BestBullySticks really does have THE best bully sticks!

Sloppy Seconds

Adopting a Second Hand Terrier -- or any dog, for that matter -- is not for the feign-of-hearts. It's an immensely challenging act, but one with enormous rewards. I'm not the most patient person around when it comes to life in general. But when it comes to my three terriers, I'm more than a Softy. I'd say I've reached Sucker by this point! The phrase "My dog walks all over me" was written with me in mind.

Isn't it funny how a person can dislike children, but can tolerate and embrace a sloppy, slobbering, get down in the dirt then up in your face dog? Now, when I say I dislike kids you have to understand something: I live across the street from a day care center. An undisciplined day care center. The church was renting out the parish house after the death of their pastor and we were reassured that the committee would find a nice elderly couple to fit in with our mostly older folks in this neighborhood. That didn't happen, of course, I've already told you what happened.

I've never had kids and to be honest, I never wanted kids. Never. I just never saw myself as the type to nest. But when I had first moved to Los Angeles (at the ripe old age of 33), I encountered more than a little resistence to my age and lack of experience. Actually I think it was the age more than anything. I received my Master of Film Arts degree at a pretty decent university, but not in California. And although I was the first person to make it out of the department with MFA in hand, it didn't seem to matter much. I lacked the most important piece of the Hollywood puzzle. Connections. Didn't matter that I had changed my life's direction, up-rooted myself from the city (Toronto) to the middle of nowhere at a football crazy school complete with rifle-totin' baseball cap wearin' riding in the pickup kinda place. Shit, talk about culture shock! I quickly found my way to the University Psych Student Services, a place that would help me to deal with the sudden lack of Vittel mineral water and my abrupt sense of alienation. Yes, Vittel was a very big issue back then. I had a wonderful therapist who summed up my issue (we called them problems back then) succinctly: I was trying to make sense out of totally insane illogical situation. Grad school. I now joke that the MFA stands for More F**king Aggravation!

To Be Continued...


If you're in a shopping mood, please visit my booth at www.bonanzle.com/booths/AireApparent where you'll find a nice variety of authentic pre-owned Coach handbags, gorgeous vintage jewelry from the Fifties and lots of other recycled items. You don't even have to buy anything. Just stop by and say hello.

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Vintage COACH Sonoma Style 4933 Nubuc Leather Bucket Bag SAND -- SOLD!

Vintage COACH Sonoma Zippered Bucket Bag

Style 4933

SAND

Nubuc Leather

Creed No. C4B-4933

Top Zipper Closure

Black-on-Black Striped Lining

One Interior Zip Pocket

Brass Hardware

Hangtag

Made in the USA
EXCELLENT Pre-Owned Condition

Price: $75 US

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