tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017927177231080668.post4986385609657591946..comments2024-02-06T11:57:25.334-05:00Comments on The Frumanista: 8 Feet 2 Inches of Feathery Heaven Princess Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17217157534383672867noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017927177231080668.post-1961200697056470582014-03-26T10:52:40.937-04:002014-03-26T10:52:40.937-04:00You can email me at frumanista@gmail.com. I don...You can email me at frumanista@gmail.com. I don't put it on display for all and sundry, but for you, I shall definitely make an exception. Looking forward to the photo! Princess Leahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17217157534383672867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017927177231080668.post-5053706366118346452014-03-26T10:34:48.207-04:002014-03-26T10:34:48.207-04:00Well, I do love your blog... Somehow whenever I...Well, I do love your blog... Somehow whenever I'm putting on eyeliner or doing my nightly face routine [:)] I always think of some post or other I read here... And it does tend to feel really weird when I read posts here and it's like I'm hearing myself think! So I tend to remember those...<br /><br />Would love to send you pics of the kids' costumes- but I don't post my email address here and I don't see yours here either- and I can't seem to paste a pic in the comments box. Any ideas?nachlielenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017927177231080668.post-77632707877879057452014-03-21T09:59:20.505-04:002014-03-21T09:59:20.505-04:00Sports? Not me! Although medical emergencies is my...Sports? Not me! Although medical emergencies is my thing, since I watched too much "House" so I think I know everything, plus I come running out of my bathroom with tea tree oil every time someone gets a scratch. <br /><br />Ah, the mental makeover! Plight of my existence. I was at a vort the other night and my hand kept itching to whip out the mascara and lipstick. "Just a touch! Please! Trust me! No officer, I was not harassing this woman." <br /><br />That chosson did such a number on me. I feel like I'm in a reality show now whenever I go to a wedding. The moment of suspense . . . will I get punked? <br /><br />Ooh, you went authentic Persian on your kids' costumes? Stuuuuning! Much better than anything involving oversize bananas . . . <br /><br />You flatter me totally that you remember my posts! I'm giggling like a schoolgirl. Princess Leahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17217157534383672867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017927177231080668.post-30965368244264399052014-03-20T13:47:51.500-04:002014-03-20T13:47:51.500-04:00Aha- ever the honest one! Well, I'm not the hu...Aha- ever the honest one! Well, I'm not the hugest sports maven ever, but I will climb pretty much anything, love cars and a good shot of Scotch and I am usually the one to handle the medical or insect emergencies :) On the other hand, though, I constantly give the people I see in the street makeovers- mentally, of course-; I love makeup, wear heels whenever I can - and hate when people apply both of the above improperly; I am the one who is always lending out my hats, scarves, statement jewelry, belts to everyone; the one they call for fashion advice- you get the picture. I agree with pretty much everything I've read here so far- the subjects that stand out most in my head are eating properly- and knowing how to indulge; feeling emotion, but still remembering how you look on the outside (that post you had about that chosson with the red nose and flailing hands! I was howling with laughter and nodding in agreement at the same time! I totally agree!); remembering to be a lady/gentleman- on the outside AND on the inside; and I especially loved the post I saw from last year Purim, about dressing up beautifully instead of plain weird or ugly- especially since I was taking inspiration from the same movie for my kids' costumes! How's that for telepathy?!<br />And the costumes were gorgeous, of course... ;)nachlielenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017927177231080668.post-89026891288560569252014-03-20T10:35:22.700-04:002014-03-20T10:35:22.700-04:00SI: Yet all the men that cross my path who are my ...SI: Yet all the men that cross my path who are my height or SLIGHTLY shorter grumble. Hm. <br /><br />Anon: No, in my experience, phone conversations do not count. Without the benefit of body language and the like, they can be real red herrings. One of the best phone conversations I ever had (running more than an hour) preceded a colossal FAIL of a date. <br /><br />Face-to-face only. <br /><br />Nachliele: Goodness me, I am a sucker for complimentary feedback; you really made my day! I'm so happy that there is an audience out there that relates to me, and I can relate to! <br /><br />Just to clarify, I'm a wannabe tomboy. I wanted to be that girl who climbs trees and plays basketball. I'm afraid of heights and can't throw or catch to save my life. It's my secret shame. Princess Leahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17217157534383672867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017927177231080668.post-89163056855829093352014-03-19T12:28:20.009-04:002014-03-19T12:28:20.009-04:00I love reading your blog- it's so refreshing t...I love reading your blog- it's so refreshing to see that some people still have some perspective! Sometimes I feel like I have found a twin soul here... All the way down to being a bit of a tomboy who also happens to think you should wear makeup and look your best... Looking forward to reading more!nachlielenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017927177231080668.post-43481535062017059402014-03-19T11:26:26.777-04:002014-03-19T11:26:26.777-04:00"the only way to know what someone is like is..."the only way to know what someone is like is to actually have a conversation with them" Do phone conversations count?? They're usually nervous and its hard to feel any real chemistryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017927177231080668.post-18950048555983062962014-03-19T09:58:01.395-04:002014-03-19T09:58:01.395-04:00Of all the tall girls I know (criteria 5'8 and...Of all the tall girls I know (criteria 5'8 and up)only one married a guy tall enough for her to wear heels. (He was 6'8, my friend 5'9, at their chuppa his face was hidden by the decorative drape that trimmed the edge of the canopy!) All the others married guys who where the same height - maybe a drop taller, the girls wear flats the men black hats :)<br /><br />And then my sister who's 5'1 married a guy who's 6'3. :)sporadicintelligencehttp://www.sporadicintelligence.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com