I have spent the last few weeks in amazement.
I have spent the last few weeks in amazement.
When people asked me if I thought I’d enjoy retirement, I thought it was kind of a strange question. Now I know why they were asking. This is very different.
True to form, I’ve put off writing this column until I’m on what I call “serious deadline.” My editor probably has another name for it.
Like many Wichitans, I watched “The Voice” and continued to be amazed at the talent Chris Mann demonstrated week after week. And I was one of the people who thought he was “robbed” and should have won. That’s OK, though. The young man with the killer blue eyes is doing just fine. His rising star looks more like a rocket.
The question has been asked many times in the past few weeks: “Aren’t you going to miss your job when you retire?”
Isn’t aging an interesting concept? Not only does gravity wreak havoc with your body and the memory part of your brain decides it’s full and shuts down, but some of your interests change. And not just the change you’re thinking of.
When my retirement date was set for June 29, a fact I’m still having a difficult time getting my little brain around, my editor suggested I take a look back at the fashion trends I’d reported on during the past 32 years. Looking through photos taken since 1980 has been fun, although at times excruciating. Did I really feature that outfit in the paper, or worse yet, did I wear it? Yes and yes. There’s one thing fashion has proven to me: In time your eye gets used to a look and wham! You’re wearing it.
As I wind down my career as a fashion writer, my editor suggested that I take a look back. It’s been fun — and, in some cases, funny.
Facebook doesn’t ring my bell, but I must say I like e-mail. Granted, there are way too many messages waiting for me every morning, but in searching, reading and deleting, there’s usually at least one e-mail from a reader who decided I would get a kick out of something they had to say. And they’re right.
Back in the fall, I was in our basement laundry room (I call it the “dungeon”) when the phone rang. I was surprised that it was Wichita State University President Don Beggs. I was stunned when he explained that he was calling to tell me that he was going to present the President’s Medal to me in December at commencement. I was shocked when he explained that meant I would give the commencement address. It was too much to take in. I sat down on a heaping basket of dirty laundry and tried not to cry. I wondered if he and his wife, Shirley, who is my dear friend, had conjured up a funny joke, but he sounded much too sincere. My second thought was, “Please don’t let him look at my transcript.” Me, a commencement speaker? Oh my.
Interviewing the moms and daughters for the story today reminded me of an unforgettable shopping trip with my mom: It was in 1965, and I was getting ready for the senior prom.
It seems word is out: I am retiring.
Difficult to believe, but its time for the eighth annual Sisterhood of the Divine Makeover! If youve been wishing you could have a whole new look for spring, heres your chance to get a head-to-toe makeover and be featured in The Eagles WichiTalk. The great news? If youre chosen, it wont cost you one thin dime. Youll also be the honored guest at a luncheon where your new look will be revealed.
Comedian Joan Rivers made “Can we talk?” a popular catch phrase. These days, the phrase should be “Can we talk to a human being?” So many companies have automated answering systems that it’s almost jarring when a human answers the phone.
I know a person who will be heading to Heads Shoe Store this weekend. The entries for the Shoe Diva Charity Contest were evaluated April 5, and 31-year-old Wichitan Jennifer Gagnebin was declared the winner of five pairs of shoes from Heads.
When I started working at The Wichita Eagle more than 30 years ago (good grief!), it was up to the newbies to interview people having their 100th birthdays. We were sort of the Willard Scotts of the paper. These days, so many people make it to 100 years, it’s not the rarity it used to be. But think of that: 100 years. I still find it very impressive.
It’s the never-ending battle of fighting wrinkles. This is war, sports fans.
Last week, a weatherman on one of the morning shows said that because of record-breaking warm temperatures all over the country, “it could be an endless summer.” Some people would relish that thought. I would consider an endless summer the fifth ring of hell. As winters go, we had a very lame one. Where was the snow? Where was the ice? I wore my Uggs only once because even though some say their feet never get hot in Uggs, mine do. I wore a heavy coat fewer than five times.
People have teased me from time to time that I was born in Wichita, I grew up in Wichita and I went completely through school in Wichita.
Theres no denying it. My heart skips a beat just seeing all the new spring shoes being displayed. If youre also a shoe lover, think about winning five new pairs of shoes and your heart will skip two beats. The good news is you can do just that.