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Fight the Frump: Accessorize!

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It’s Fight the Frump Friday at Blissfully Domestic! You’ll see me participating in this fun carnival fairly often because, well…I write it! You may remember FTF from it’s days hosted at Mrs. Fussypants, but now is has moved to the Style section of Blissfully Domestic. So I hope you’ll support me there and check it out each Friday and leave your own frump-fighting links in the Mr. Linky!

Today my fight the frump tip for you is: ACCESSORIZE! A necklace or a scarf can go a loooong way in making a so-so outfit very chic. Last night I got overdressed to go out for pizza, because you know, when ELSE do I get the chance to dress up, and I really loved my accessories – a long necklace and a scarf. Pardon the crappy picture but self-portraits are not my forte:

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Without the scarf and necklace, this outfit would’ve been ok – but just ok. Those accessories really made it stand out and made me feel fun and fabulous.

So Fight the Frump, ladies! Getcha some great, simple, inexpensive accessories and work ’em! And don’t forget to check out the Fight the Frump home page (my chosen topic there was eyebrows!) and leave your link in the Mr. Linky!

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Yes, You’re Probably Dying

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I have this wheel hanging up in my cubicle at work… it comes in very handy when I need to diagnose something. Point the arrow to your symptom, and you’ll find out what illness/disease you may have, the appropriate medical term, the correct specialist to see, what to obsess about in the meantime, and what harmless condition you probably have after all.

Very handy indeed.

Well I could definitely use it this morning… if I had it here, I would point the arrow toward “headache,” “stuffy nose,” and, if available, “head going to explode.”

Because basically? I feel like crap.

I have an old-fashioned cold… I don’t think I have H1N1 or anything crazy like that… but still, I feel pretty awful. And since yesterday I was given strict orders from my co-workers not to come back to work until I was over whatever communicable disease I was carrying, I have decided to stay home.

I have homework to do, and there’s so much cleaning I could finally get around to now that I have a day off, but for the moment I’m trying to ignore all that. I am going to sleep… sleep until I wake up. How’s that for luxury?

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Just Another Jenny

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I was born on September 5, 1977. My parents named me Jenny Michelle. My dad liked the “Michelle” part, my mom liked the “Jenny” part, and, apparently, so did the rest of America. Except the rest of America preferred to name their daughters “Jennifer” and call them “Jenny.” I was not so lucky. For most of my life I have wished the presumed “ifer” was part of my name, just because it would make it easier. But, oh well, it could be worse.

So I entered school in the early eighties with many Jennys. I graduated high school with a few, and joined legions at college. As a matter of fact, in my freshman “suite” (which is a fancy name for two cinder-block-walled bedrooms and a one-holer bathroom), there were three of us. Three out of four. The other girl’s name was Arlyce. Lucky!

Now I am in my 30s, and like most of the other Jennys (though many of us have taken to deleting the -ny, I have stubbornly kept mine) I am a wife and a mother.

And, like myriad Jen(ny)s on the interwebz, I am also a blogger. With a unique voice, if not a unique name. I’m Just Another Jenny. But also, I’m really not. And as thousands of Jennys come of age, what I hope for us is that we all find our voices, speak the truth, and mother our children in positive ways that are anything but ordinary.

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