“Value” is not always as awesome as it seems.
Gels, crèmes, sprays, shampoos, conditioners, moisturizers – not to mention wigs, headbands, hats, and appliances – have cost me a small fortune over the years.
High-quality hair extensions turned one woman from Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde.
I will gladly, any day of the week, spend 30 minutes in the aisles of a drugstore, sneakily opening shampoo bottles to get a whiff, trying to wipe the shampoo off my face after I’ve inadvertently snorted some onto my nose.
Babygirl cuddled with me in bed, telling me not to worry because I could use her potty, while Ben dragged himself out to the nearest hardware store. He was determined to fix the bathroom problem himself using elbow grease and YouTube videos.
One of the zillions of us who are astonished and even grossed out by the obscenity of current real estate prices in New York’s hippest borough has come up with a novel solution to the dilemma of where to live.
The picture of a Dom you may have in your mind, with leather corset, boots, skirt and maybe a whip? That’s a minimum five hundred dollar outlay IF you buy 2nd hand.
I lost a job, suffered through a broken engagement, and worried about my five-figure credit card debt. Enter Rich Friend and her fountain pen.