After flipping through The New York Times Style Magazine section I'd like to share a couple of observations.

To begin, I was mesmerized by the almost, but not quite, Grouchoesque eyebrows arched, oh so gracefully, above the wide eyed gaze of the sweet young things. 

Sweet young things still have eyebrows. 

Mine have been disappearing at about the same rate as my facility to remember nouns. What to do?  Can you wield that angled, laced with powder, eyebrow brush? Right. Not many can. Besides the deep crevices that surround the eyebrow seem to catch and hold the powder. Not the smoky look I'm going for.

Or, the article about the latest in cosmetic surgery. Let's consider the term "non invasive." The description of this particular procedure started with the insertion of a "needle like device…tiny holes…injecting….molding." Am I mincing words, here? Non invasive, to me, would mean being hypnotized into believing that I no longer have a slackened jaw.

 My absolute, I can relate, portend of things to come, where can I buy that look, came in the editorial section called Jumble Fever. While just a mere consonant or two away from a politically incorrect sentiment, or a Spike Lee movie, here's what emerged for me. Sometime, in the next 30 or so years, when I am certain that my fashion sense, along with my mind, are both circling the drain, I will, with arthritic finger, point to this saved and dog eared section for just this very moment.  

Hmmm, the family will think, she is really fashion forward, afterall.