Peckerwood Manor

It might be Wednesday, but our golden time machine is dropping us off for a party at Studio 54. I will provide some outfit ideas, some inspiration, some ideas of the glittering stars that might be there, and some music for your playlists. Get your disco dancing shoes on, blow dry that hair, fellas. Ladies, crimping is an idea. Blush is your friend. Be outrageous. Let that wild person in your imagination out to play for a night. You are a superstar! If 78-year-old Disco Sally can get down, so can you.  I ask that you comport yourself with a modicum of elegance and self-restraint. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, which means you get to do everything. And keep some of those ideas. Our next stop might be Maxim's in Paris or Blitz in London. Or we could go to London in the Swinging 60s.  Alain Ducasse will provide the pre-disco feast, and Ina Garten will provide our return breakfast. Nurse Ramon will be there to hook us up to IVs to make sure none of us get a pesky hangover to r...

Gather hookers. It is time for another field trip to a bygone era this time, and we are all getting in the Back To The Future Delorean and traveling to the era of towers of hair that rivaled Marie-Antoinette during her heyday when she had a head. There was the Brat Pack and Bruce Springsteen, chain restaurants were booming, fast food was a staple, Mexican Pizza made a big debut, and Miami Vice fashions were still rocking.  Put on your best retro 85 outfits, fluff up the hair, and shove some shoulder pads in every shirt, jacket, and sweater you can find. Ignore politics because the fiend Reagan was still running loose, encouraged by his gal pal Maggie Thatcher. Live Aid happened, and the British were still a relevant force in music and MTV. There was pretty Princess Diana and Yuppies. I think some other stuff happened, but the Gen Xers probably have a story or two to share.  Buckle up; hair gel is your friend, and so is hair spray, mousse, and whatever else can get yo...