Fashion Crisis

So I've been pondering the original purpose behind this blog, and realizing that I have made a mess of it. My intent was to make a list of goals, which I did here, and then publicly record my progress. I guess I've gone a little astray, as I don't even remember much about what that list said. I don't even know if it's still relevant to what I want today in my life, so I might even revise the list a bit.

One thing that I do remember is my desire to become a bit more stylish. I guess this one is on hold for a few reasons, the most important being funds of course. (Feel free to nominate me for What Not to Wear...) But another reason is that I still don't really know what I would like to express about myself- I mean who I would like to become more of. Last year it seemed all I wore was professional attire due to work. I guess what I wanted then was to make money.

Today I want to be comfortable. I want to honor my natural beauty and talents. I want to explore looking out more than looking in. I want to recognize quirkiness as perfection, and perfection as relative. I want to rediscover mornings as a time of meditation, instead of a time for alteration.

However, with that said, I want to find balance and harmony in design and nature. What I mean is that I want some alteration of the product that wakes up with frizzy hair, bad breath, and an oily face. I want some progress past my Uggs and hoodie sweatshirts. Yet, I cannot tell you how much I love the idea of waking up, throwing on the most comfortable thing in my closet, brushing my teeth, and walking out the door to start my day. I should have been an Indian. With a toothbrush.

Like I said, I do want to focus on being more "put together," whatever that means. I refuse to believe that I have to be uncomfortable to achieve it, so I am going on the hunt for designers that make comfortable clothes that are innovative and quirky and practical. I want to stay away from sports clothing, skateboard/surf designers (Billabong, will you please confine yourself to 16 and younger? Get your logo'd sleeves and candy-colored accessories off of the twenty-somethings!), and pu-leeze- no spandex. I have been down that road and I don't want to look back, unless it's for exercise or sleepwear.

At this time I will open up the suggestion box for contributions. Again, I'm looking for designers/labels who are

1. Comfortable
2. Quirky/Fun
3. Not exclusively fit for teenagers
4. Practical (especially for Utah winters. However, every piece does not need to fit this requirement.)
5. Modest

Some examples of a label I really like: Filly and Prairie Underground (although I would make some alterations to make their designs a bit more modest).

Fannie Brice - It's Gorgeous to be Graceful

This weekend I spend many hours laying around watching old movies. This clip is from "Be Yourself," a 1930 film starring Fannie Brice. Fannie has to be one of the funniest people who ever lived. I spent the rest of the weekend watching youtube clips of her.

As you can tell, I really need to get a life. Actually, I think I just got hired somewhere, but we'll see. I'm still waiting for the final call.

Well I hope you all had a fun Thanksgiving and enjoyed a lazy weekend like I did.

Why I voted for Prop. 2

And I quote, "KFC, that's foul!"

Confessions of a Stinky Woman

All apologies for the lack of posts as of late. School and a California trip are the culprits.

Due to a pressing school assignment, I have to keep this short and sweet. But I feel like I need to get something off my chest. Or at least that region. You'll understand in a second.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Wait...

Ok.

Here it goes.

My confession.

Right.

Now.

I don't wear deodorant. I haven't in about 8 years or so. I've never had a problem with BO, and I've always believed that the chemicals in deodorant are bad for the body- especially when you put those chemicals on a place that absorbs as much as your armpits do. My mother had cancer twice (ovarian and breast), so I don't take carcinogens lightly. I also think that anti-perspirants are horrible. I mean, if your body wants to sweat, let it sweat. The good Lord made us that way for a reason.

Well, I mentioned that I've never had BO. That is, until now. Suddenly I have noticed a slight, well... you know. And I'm horrified by the thought of being stinky.

Just a side note here: I think I'm starting to smell because I'm too poor to eat as many fresh veggies as I used to. The lesson here is: Hamburger Helper= stinky pits.

Ok, so last week after an especially long jog I was breathing in myself and I decided enough is enough already. So I decided to search for an all-natural deodorant. I've tried Tom's and some weird purple crystal concoction, but didn't like either very much.

I google searched "natural deodorant" and this is what I found.



A diamond in the rough. A miraculous miracle of a product. Aluminum Free, Paraben free, Phthalates free, Proplene Glycol Free, Cruelty Free and Vegan.

And it smells like creamsicles. Yum.

I am in love.

This deodorant is made by a breast cancer survivor. She makes a skin cream and a hair and scalp revival serum also. Her story is pretty amazing. Here's the link to find out more.

Cimarron

Lately I've been experiencing an intense nostalgia for all things from my childhood. It started with a sequence of dreams about the first house my family lived in- a home I grew to 14 years of age in. After that, we moved to the "rich" side of town, aka California Park.

California Park is a housing development built on a man-made swamp of a lake, which somehow gave the developers an excuse to give each property a half-scoop of backyard. It's like, they thought that we'd all be hanging out at the lake after work and school. Hanging out with the dead fish on the banks. Who would ever want a pool, anyway, when you can take out a little paddle boat and make lines through the green film on the surface of the lake?

Anyhow, our California Park home was beautiful from the outside- a replica of an old Victorian complete with a white porch and swing. The inside, however, was undecorated for the most part due to the mortgage not leaving much room for that sort of thing. This whole scenario is in stark contrast to the old home. We'll call that one Cimarron.

Cimarron was a track home. I remember feeling like I had walked into another dimension the first time I visited Robyn, my friend who lived around the corner. Her home was exactly like mine!

How could this be? This is my house! How did you get one made to look just like it?

I didn't understand that all of the homes in my neighborhood were examples of one of three Drake Home models. Later I enjoyed visiting my "other homes" to see the endless decorating possibilities.

Cimarron wasn't much to look at on the outside, and even the inside was a cozy middle-class cliche of mauves and floral wallpaper. My mother's rattan shelves displayed her unicorn collection and white porcelain praying hands. The entry way let to an arch-framed Japanese Room, as we called it, that housed oriental-print couches and Japanese figurines galore. The crowning jewel of this room was the Geisha doll that stood forever posing in her glass case. The fans on the wall seemed to be the backdrop of her stage, and I would sit watching her quiet performance, dreaming of a Japan who's sky consisted of fireworks and dragons. Also in this room was my parent's reel-to-reel. I gauged my maturing body by how well the oversized earphones fit on my head. About the time I no longer had to hold them to my ears was about the same time I could sing Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven all the way through.

Years later I would loose a friend in a car accident who's favorite song was Stairway. In remembrance of him, I would sit for hours in the Japanese room listening and crying. The static on the song would always make me think he was trying to communicate back somehow. I would listen and pretend he was telling me that he was fine.

My favorite part of Cimarron had to be the backyard. It was a child's paradise, complete with a pool, hot tub, deck, swing set, playing field, fruit trees, and a secret garden for tea parties. At night I would go explore my kingdom while my parents slept. Possessing courage only children have, I would walk around the pool with eyes closed, feeling my way on the narrow edge with my toes. I would run around the yard and spin in place while looking up at the stars, pretending the whirling was getting me closer and closer to space. The swing set hung from the moon, as far as I was concerned, and all I needed to do was kick off a little harder to find out.

I miss the magic of childhood. I want it back.

What things do you do to recapture the magic?

Or am I the only one who thinks about these kinds of things?

I'm Not Normal

Last night I realized something: I am not normal.

Or at least, I don't think I am. Maybe you can tell me?

Let me explain:

Since childhood, I have been plagued by an irrational fear of situations that really only happen in horror films. This fear is set on a circadian cycle, resuming every night around around 11:30 or so. It used to start at sundown, but now I have a husband who's mere presence wards off these strange happenings. That is, until he falls asleep. At around 11:30.

Thinking back, I can blame a common origin for most of these fears: The movies It, Nightmare on Elm Street, Psycho, Child's Play, Poltergeist, and The Exorcist. I think these movies have influenced me more than any single bit of media I've ever been exposed to. My nightly rituals are so rigidly structured due to these movies. Let me share some with you.

I have a bottle of visine in my medicine cabinet that I use almost every night. I don't have dry eyes. I don't wear contacts. I use it to soothe my eyes from the soap.

The soap?

Yes. The soap. The soap that gets in my eyes every night. From washing my face. From opening my eyes while I'm washing my face. Because I'm too afraid to hunch over a drain with my eyes closed. Because the It lives down there. And he will kill me. And then he will make my blood shoot out of someones sink. And I really don't want anyone else to have to buy endless bottles of visine. I think it's already a product that's way too heavily used. I mean, they haven't proved it but I think it might be addictive.

Moving on.

I go through towels like mad. I seriously waste so much laundry detergent on towel-washing. Because I always have to soak up the water on the floor after my showers. Because I take showers mostly without the curtain drawn. Because that way I can see Norman before he can take me by surprise. Because I'd rather know I'm getting stabbed then have to watch it as a blood-squirted shadow on the side of the shower wall.

Speaking of being snuck up on, I refuse to showcase any of my porcelain dolls in my house. They are out in boxes in the garage and that's where they will stay until I sell them on EBay. Even the collector's edition doll that my grandmother left me in her will. I don't care. These little demons will get no mercy from me.

Let me tell you a story.

My brother, who is 8 years older than me, once had a clown doll. He loved to squeeze the belly of this doll, which caused an eery, echoey laugh that haunted me in my sleep. He loved to sneak up behind me when I was alone and squeeeeeeeaaaaaze. I can't say that I blame him, for the reaction that he witnessed was the same every time: a high-pitched scream and crying.

Is this the reason for my irrational fear of dolls?

No, my friends. There is much more to this story. Quit interrupting me and I'll get to it.

So, the years went on and the clown joke kind of faded as I got older. Mind you, I was always afraid of that stupid clown, but I just had too much pride to admit it. So the day came when my brother packed the clown away in a box to give to the Salvation Army. I was so relieved. I watched the clown being placed in the box, and a weight was lifted from my chest as I realized that I never again had to hear that shrill laugh.

Several weeks later, I came home from school to a very angry brother.

"What the hell?! Why did you do that? How did you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked. I thought maybe he found out that I'd gone through his room, again, while he wasn't home. I always found the best stuff in there.

"That stupid clown! Why did you take it out of the Salvation Army box? And stick it in my closet?"

"What? I didn't! What are you talking about"

"And how did you get it to laugh again? It's been broken. That's why I was giving it away."

"No. Is it really in there?"

At this point, I followed him to his room, where, lo and behold- the clown is sitting in his closet. With that sick smirk on its face.

My brother picks it up, and it laughs.

"Huuuaaaaaaahhh. Huuuuuuaaaahhhh. Ha-ha-ha-ha..."

It sounded creepier to me than ever before.

"Yeah, it sounds broken. It's all slow sounding and creepy," I said. "But I promise, Chris, I didn't do it."

"Really? That's so weird. Well, I guess we just can't get rid of this thing."

He threw it over to me, where I reluctantly caught it, setting it off yet again. I turn it over to see if something's wrong with the electrical.

Sure enough. No batteries.

I'm not joking. No batteries.

I will never buy a doll for my children. I don't care if it pees itself or cries for its momma. I will decapitate it. I will. I will stab it with a dang knife while it's eyes blink for mercy. As far as I'm concerned, they are all Chucky's offspring.

You know what else I show no mercy for? Televisions. I have not owned a television. Ever. I have never bought one, and the only reason there is one in my house right now is because Mark just brought his in from storage. And it has never once been turned on because we don't have cable so we will only use it for dvd viewing and we don't have a dvd player so we watch movies on our computer, which I believe is entirely friendly and non-poltergeist possessed. But I'll be honest, I still don't trust the thing. I wouldn't be surprised if I came home one day to fuzzy static. And let me show you what I would do to either of them if that ever happened:

Because poltergeists can't talk through a pile of glass.

As for the movie The Exorcist, I won't speak of my fears surrounding that. Or my experience. I won't do that to you and I won't do that to me. Besides, they say fear gives it more power.

I'm going to take a quick break to read scriptures. Excuse me.

Ok. Much better.

So, to sum this post up, I guess I pretty much just realized last night that not everyone checks the front door a bazillion times before bed, as well as the closets and the laundry room. Not everyone insists on being wrapped in a cocoon by their sheets, with strict attention to the feet. Not everyone alternates between thinking it's best to just close their eyes, wait- no it's not, I should keep them open, no, because I'll never get to sleep. But how can one sleep in a time like this....?!

I digress.

Happy Halloween.

The Good for the Bad

I had previously posted a negative post making fun of someone. I thought it was funny, but as the day went on I kept feeling worse about it. I decided that it's better to post positive things than negative things. So I want to post this poster instead.

If you are able to attend, it would help NieNie.

*Dear God,

*Excerpt from my Love, Angie blog.

Dear God,

Why did you make people homosexual?

You did, didn't you?

Can you overnight your reply? There's an election coming up real soon.

Thanks.

Say hi to Aunt Liz for me. Both of them- meaning Mark's also.

K. Thanks again.

Love,

Angie


Dear God,
Scratch that last letter. I've figured it out, thanks to this guy.

Next question:

Why did you create the soy bean?

Thanks.

Love,

Angie

Vegans are Smarter

I've decided that vegans are smarter. They must be. They've figured out how to make baked goods without eggs and butter that don't collapse in the oven. I can't do that. I tried. And it doesn't work. I made cupcakes tonight with coconut oil instead of butter, congealed flax seed meal instead of eggs, and I even substituted agave nectar for the sugar and used equal parts almond flour to regular flour. I added more of the dried ingredients to make up for the agave nectar. The batter tasted amazing. I was so excited to brag all about my wonderful creation on this blog tonight.

But, alas, I have cupcakes that are burnt on the outside and mushy on the inside. They are greasy and they look very, very sad- like they're slouching and hanging their head in shame.

Poor cupcakes.

Maybe some advice is in order? Any vegans out there? Anyone smart at least?

I figure we need a lighter post today. You can't get lighter than cupcakes. That is, unless they're so heavy that they sink. Hmmmm...

Another Political Post- Prop. 8

I've become quite the politician over the last few days, in large part to your great comments. Thank you so much. I've had some tasty morsels to ponder. I think my brain really does have teeth. Or at least if feels like it. Have you ever woken up after a night of grinding your teeth? Well, that's about how my brain feels after all of this thinking.

I do want to share my stance on Prop 8, because it's one that I've thought long and hard about. I'll just cut and paste a comment I made on a friend's thread about the subject:

Erin, I just want to interject and reply to your question of why Mike thinks marriage is an institution of "the church." The truth is that I do not see any secular argument for Prop. 8. There really is not one argument that is credible that does not include God. All non secular arguments sound ignorant and homophobic to me. I'll be honest, I've had a really hard time with this one, even being Mormon, as you can read in a letter I wrote to a gay friend which I posted on my blog: http://angielovesu.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-drew.html

I struggle with Prop. 8 mostly because I don't believe in telling people what to do. Even our church stresses the importance of agency in letting people choose what God deems as right and wrong, so why limit people's choices by law? It's very hard for me to understand, because I do also agree with Don:

"On the other hand, it would be trivial to argue that violent

criminals and child molesters should not be raising kids. We

really should be voting to ban those marriages involving

those people first, if what we really cared about was proving

ideal families for children."

People are people, and people's personalities are not dictated solely by their sexual preference. There are plenty of heterosexuals that are unfit to raise children by *popular standards, and many homosexuals unfit to raise children by popular standards. The opposite is also true. However, I believe that regardless, it is beneficial for children to have a female and male parent for many reasons, but that boils down solely to my religious beliefs, which I have a right to.

I've heard the argument that there shouldn't be so much focus on the issues of childbearing in the discussion of Prop. 8, as not every couple decides to bear or adopt children. My explanation of that is that one of the main concerns that religious people have about this scenario is that, even if the majority of gay marriages were childless, it would still create more homosexual examples in society, therefore establishing homosexuality as a norm. And the reason this is perceived as problematic boils down, again, to the children issue: Religious couples don't want raise their children in a world that does not uphold their views.

I have often thought that it is controlling to limit others by establishing laws that are based on views that only reflect one party's beliefs. What about all the other beliefs out there?

So the real issue I have with Prop. 8 is this: Do I, being Mormon, have a right to impose laws on others to confine them to a belief system that they do not share?

But after much thought I've concluded that I believe this:

I believe in a democracy. I do not believe in anarchy, so I believe that society benefits from the organization, safety, and development that results from laws. Each law is based on a system of beliefs. This country happens to be founded on Christianity. Other nations/countries are founded on other belief systems, so their laws are different. I think the best way to come up with laws that are effective in a given society is to vote according to your particular beliefs. This does not mean that a person should believe that their particular belief system deserves more respect than any other. It just means that you are representing your theology for consideration for the final word. I am not imposing my belief system on another person by giving my opinion at the polls. I support the right for all different theologies to be expressed at the polls, no matter how much I disagree with it. That is how we create a balanced society: the majority rules and the minority can eventually become the majority by convincing more people to join them. When the minority want to raise their children in a society that shares their values, they either move to a place where their values are practiced (hello, Provo!) or they cut their losses and homeschool I guess. It just happens to be that right now I am the majority, but when/if the time comes that society no longer shares my views, it's my responsibility to teach my children what I'd like for them to learn, then send them off to the world to choose for themselves.

So, yes, I'm voting for Prop. 8. And I hope everyone who believes strongly about it should vote also. That way the outcome will be an accurate reflection of what our nation stands for. Someone has to loose out either way, but that's the price we pay for being able to live in a nation that will do the service of protecting certain freedoms on your behalf. Even communal hippies have to give up some freedoms to be part of the pack. Life isn't fair I guess!

*popular standards meaning what the current laws state as abuse, not based on theological standards.

Confession of a Politically Ignorant Woman

I try to never discuss politics with anyone other than my husband and my immediate family. This is true for a few different reasons:

First, my fear of sounding stupid. The truth is, I know there are some die-hards out there who follow politics more than I do. I pretty much get everything I know off of Drudge Report. I don't have a television and I don't buy the paper. Mark seems to pick up a lot of information from class discussions, so I get a lot of second-hand information that way.

Second, I hate disagreeing with people. This goes back to my fear of confrontation. I don't like to cause ripples in the water. I'd rather just keep silent and smile than start a potential heated discussion with a stranger or acquaintance. Sometimes even with a close friend. Essentially, I'm a coward.

The sad thing is, I hate people like me. I mean, I don't necessarily love when people throw their beliefs in people's faces either, but there's a balance that I'd like to achieve. I would like to be the kind of person who feels comfortable having an educational discussion about politics. One where I am not afraid to be proved wrong, and I'm also not afraid to attempt to prove someone else wrong. It shouldn't be about winning anyway, but instead about educating. Of course, it takes two humble people to participate in that kind of discussion, and sometimes it just comes to a difference of beliefs or opinions.

This whole subject has come to the surface for me, of course, because of the presidential election. I seriously have no idea who to vote for. I was raised in a democrat home, and I've always voted democrat across the board. That's so embarrassing for me to admit- that I've always been a lemming. The last three years, though, since my conversion to the LDS church, I've been reevaluating my beliefs on a lot of things, including politics. I've developed a lot of conservative opinions, of course, due to my new religious take on life. Some people might see that as a continuation of my lemming ways, but I can honestly say that I've weighed out issues in my mind more than ever before. The problem is, though, that I can see both sides to almost every issue. And it seems that there's always more information to consider that changes the overall outcome of an issue. I feel like I could spend months just learning about one thing. It's so easy to just look at the styled position of a candidate's proposition, but when you lift and dig a bit, there is always another thing lurking underneath.

Sorry I'm talking so vaguely about all of this. That's probably a bit annoying. The thing I'm really trying to get at is that I'm not sure who I'm voting for and I'm frustrated. I don't care about political party anymore. I want to vote for someone who will:

1. Get us out of the financial crisis, without letting the people who caused it get away scott free, and without making us pay for their mistakes by raising taxes and cutting programs that make a difference in our communities. (This makes me want to vote for Obama.) However, will the tax cuts that Obama boasts about just move money from a productivity pool to a consumption pool? (This makes me want to vote for McCain.)

2. Know how to reestablish good relations with other nations. A lot of this is going to be determined, I believe, with how we proceed with Iraq, Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Russia. Is that too broad of a statement? Anyhow, I am split on this one. McCain is experienced, but what does that matter if he carries things out the same way Bush has? But does Obama really know what he's doing? I was horrified that he announced that he would be willing to attack inside Pakistan with or without approval from the Pakistani government at the debate on national television. I understand that he means attacking al Qaeda and Taliban areas, but threatening President Pervez Musharraf on live television before he's even president and without meeting with him or meeting with congress...essentially just spouting off his mouth is so destructive. That's not the way to establish a good relationship.

3. Protect my religious values, which include an anti-abortion belief and a belief in marriage as a one woman, one man party. With pointy hats and a lot of noisemakers. That was so lame.

4. Healthcare. I don't exactly know how this one should go. I need to spend less time blogging and more time researching this. All I know is that I want healthcare, and I'd like to be able to afford it please. The $5000 refundable tax credit sounds good, but this makes me wonder. But is Obama's plan for more government involvement in healthcare a good thing? I really like that he wants to outlaw insurance discrimination against people with pre-existing conditions (my husband had cancer, so this would be great). Really, I'm just going to stop talking about this one because I'm just rambling about things I don't know very much about.

5. Education. I don't know much about each of their plans on this, but I know that I want better education for our country. That sounds lame. I should run for Miss America.

Just another note on this one: I'm planning to homeschool my children. I don't know that education in our country will ever be good enough for me to trust them with my children.

6. National Security. Again, I don't know what I'm doing here. But I just want to be safe. Like a bug in a rug.

Ok, so now that I've come out of the closet as ignorant, feel free to comment. I love links. I would especially love to hear about who you are voting for and exactly why. I want details.

Anyone?

My Dream House

Here is my Dream house. Find out more about it by watching these youtube videos:
Part One and Part Two.


*Picture taken from Apartment Therapy.

Head Cold

Sorry I haven't posted much lately. The truth is that I have been posting, but just to my Love, Angie blog. I guess I've just had a lot to get off my chest lately.

I'm sick right now. With a cold that makes me sneeze about 30 times a day. I usually really like sneezing. I've always felt it's kind of like an orgasm for the nose. But I guess you can get too much of a good thing because I don't care if I ever sneeze again as long as I live.

This post is pretty uninspired. Sorry. I'll try to turn it around...

The focus of my life lately has been decorating our apartment. We're trying to shed the Salvation Army/college-pad vibe. So far we've only bought a wall clock, two bookshelves, and some black spray paint, but it's already starting to come together. I was on my friend's blog, is.ly, where I was introduced to some inspiring decor sites: Apartment Therapy and Design Sponge. Now Mark has two more reasons to have to pull me away from the computer.

Ok, well I'm going to be late for my sewing class. Sorry this post is so pedestrian. Blame it on medicine head.

More later...

New Blogs

We are learning about freewriting in my Humanities class. I'm already familiar with it, as I've attempted the Artist's Way program numerous times, only to be defeated by my own lack of discipline. But when I was on a roll, I did my morning pages religiously and I can say that it did wonders for my writing and my creative thinking process. I love how freewriting just slams that inner-critic to the floor, leaving room for authenticity on the page. The critic can always come back in the form of an editor, but while producing he should just keep his mouth shut.

Inspired, I am now reinstating my morning pages in the form of a blog. No, it won't be public. That would defeat the purpose of course. I would like to say that I'm secure enough in myself to let the stream of consciousness publicly flow out of me, but I would be lying.

So, if this blog isn't going to be public, why am I telling you about it? To taunt you with the unattainable. No. Well... kind of.

Actually, I'm just rambling on. Maybe I'm doing a bit of freewriting as we speak. Or write. Or whatever. But the truth is that I wanted to let you know about another blog that I've started writing called Love, Angie. It's a place where I can let out the random things I'd like to say to random people. The posts are in letter format. I guess you could say that I have a problem with confrontation, so here's where I'm just going to let it all hang out. Real names will rarely be used, so if it sounds like I'm writing a letter to you, I probably am.

More later...

Flight of the Conchords Ep 3 Think About it

Good Morning

I am so excited about life right now! Do you see the time I'm posting at? Yes, it's the morning. And I'm functioning. I've actually been up since 6:50am, thank you very much. It's good to see the morning while it's still fresh and new. I'm so used to waking up at 10 or so, and then fumbling around like a zombie trying to get ready and then showing up somewhere late and exhausted. But now I have a 7am ballet class that wakes me right up, even if I did jog for an hour last night until 12am. By the way, bragging is fun.

Moving on, I started a post yesterday and it got erased. I don't want to try to recreate it again, so I'll keep this short and sweet. I made a friend. She's an artist. I have a crush. She is amazing and I love her work. You will too. Look:

Susan Krueger-Barber

See? Told you so. Visit her on the web here

To Delete or Not to Delete...

Hello again. It's been a while. I've got a lot of excuses, but I won't even bother with them, as I'm sure I haven't really been holding up world progress. Who are "you" anyway? Just me, I'm assuming. I love how my habit of talking to myself is creeping over into my writing. Lovely. I'm feeling a strange connection to my dead grandmother about now. She had Alzheimer's the entirety of our acquaintance.

So I'm back in Utah. In school. In a basement apartment. Still married. I have a bike. My favorite zipper to my favorite jeans broke. I've made some shiny new friends. Mark still makes the bed into a taco at night. And I have Internet. That about sums the recent happenings.

Oh, and we went on a Zombie Bike ride on Saturday. That was fun. Here's a few pictures.



So today I visited this blog after many weeks of being away, and I felt strangely self-conscious. I almost deleted it and I still want to and I'm wondering why it was ever a good idea to post pictures of myself in daily outfits and give tours of my medicine cabinet. I'm thinking about all the people who stumble across this blog (all three of them...) and I'm blushing. I feel exposed. I feel dumb. I feel self-conscious.

The blogasphere is such a funny place. It's like a exhibitionist's party. Burning Man comes to mind. And it's so easy for people like me to peek through the crowd and observe it all. But vicarious living looses it's thrill quickly and the next thing you know, you're emulating. Inspired, you- or I, as it seems- find myself dancing on the table. And then the music stops...

Awkward moment.

So here is my awkward moment. Should I get down off the table? Should I creep back through the crowd and find a dark corner somewhere? Should I just leave altogether and go home to my white walls and the air-mattress that me and Mark sleep on because it creates more of a hill-valley scenario than a taco?

Nope. Next song, please. I've still got some dancing to do.

Favorite Beauty Products

Since childhood, one of my guiltiest pleasures has been to search the bathrooms of my most beautiful friends and acquaintances (or their moms) for their beauty products. Yes, I know. How sneaky of me. But you do it too, don't you? The face and eye creams are usually in the medicine cabinet, the shampoo and conditioner in the shower of course, along with the face wash. The lotion under the sink. The makeup on the counter in its case.

Well, today I open my powder room to you. And since I'm a licensed cosmetologist and former makeup artist, you should be excited. Here's what you'd find in the...

Medicine Cabinet

Clinique All About Eyes Rich Eye Cream

Luxiva Lip Revive

Your lips will feel so soft, and your lipstick won't feather.

Luxiva Dual Action Eye Makeup Remover

Makeup comes off quick and easy.

Bobbi Brown Buffing Grains For FaceGentle but a great exfoliater. You can mix this with your face wash or just with water. I use it on my body sometimes also.

Chanel Precision Purete Ideale (Blemish Cream)

All the Chanel Precision products are divine, but I especially like this blemish cream because it won't over dry your skin. Also, it's a cream, not a gel, so it blends in just like a moisturizer so your makeup still glides on without getting cakey where the acne treatment was placed. And the best part: your pimple will be gone in a day.

La Mer Face Cream

This is my all-time favorite product. It's expensive, but worth every dollar. Your skin will be supple, even, and clear. It feels kind of greasy at first, but I promise you won't break out. In fact, it cleared up my skin. Maybe because dry skin ends up producing excess oil to compensate?

Under the Sink

Chi Silk Infusion

A must if you use any heat styling.

Icon Shine Spray

A great finishing spray to leave your hair looking shiny and soft. It also smells great. My husband always wants to smell my hair when I'm wearing it.

Redken PreArt

This is a clarifying treatment like no other. You apply it like you would apply color: in sections with a bottle. Then you cover your hair with plastic and process with heat (for best results) for 20 minutes. All the grime from your hair products, tap water, and the environment will be dissolved, leaving your hair looking shiny and with more volume then you've had in years. If you've never had a clarifying treatment, you seriously don't know what you're missing.

I don't know if you can buy this if you aren't licensed, but you can always call your hairdresser and ask her for a clarifying treatment. Request that she use PreArt.

Alba Coconut Lotion

Alba products are natural and paraben-free.

Sally Hansen
S.H. products are cheap in price, but not in quality. They work just as well or better than the more expensive hand and foot treatment products that I've tried.

Manicure in a MinuteExfoliating scrub that leaves hands soft.

18 hr. ProtectiveGreat moisturizer.

Cuticle PenThis is quite possibly the best manicure invention of all time. It transforms brittle, dry nails overnight. My nails could never grow before I found this lovely device. Now I have to make sure to trim them or I look like I have claws.

Pedi EggIf you've never tried this, go right now to the store and buy it. They sell it at Bed Bath and Beyond. It will leave your feet so soft. Take it from a chronic foot-picker. Gross, I know. Don't hate me.

Aztec Secret Clay and Bragg's Apple Cider Vinegar

Absolutely the best facial mask ever. Mix equal parts clay to a half and half mixture of the cider and hot water, then smooth it on your face about 1/4" thick and let dry completely. It could take up until an hour, but it usually takes about 30 min. It sucks everything out of your pores. If you have really dry or sensitive skin, this might not work for you. I'd do a patch test. Oh, and the cider smells awful. You've been warned.

Psylliam Husk and Bentonite Clay

You're thinking, what the heck is this stuff? Well, something you should know if you don't already is that beauty starts with health. Acne is a sign of toxicity. So is puffy eyes, bloating, and a pale or lackluster complexion. Healthy skin glows, and health starts with your personal exercise and food habits. Unless you're some kind of perfect person, which if you are I hate you by the way, then you have eaten something less than healthy in your life. Cleansing, drinking lots of water to flush out toxins, and exercising helps you recover from that. Every now and again I will cleanse, and this is what I use to do it. Research cleanses and see what works for you.

In the Shower

Redken Smoothdown Hair Products (Shampoo, Conditioner, Leave-in Smoother)

The best hydrating products I've found for my wiry, Italian mane.

Pureology Hydrocure Hair Mask

Origins Cream Bar (For face)I have combination oily/dry skin, sensitive to breakouts when using oily products. I used to use Burt's Bee's Lettuce Soap, and it worked very well until I moved to Utah and the dry weather dried my skin out. The Cream Bar has more moisture and dissolves all your makeup. When I run out of eye makeup remover, I will just remove my eye makeup with this and it does a fine job.

Alba Shave Cream

This will give you the softest, smoothest shave ever. Your skin will feel like it doesn't even need lotion when you get out of the shower. The only thing is that you have to use this stuff very sparingly and rinse your razor often because it's thick and will clog your razor. But it's worth it.

Makeup Case
I have so many things floating around in here that I don't even use, don't you? But there are a few staples that I keep regularly stocked:

Foundations:

Cargo Oil Free FoundationNo break-outs. Thin but good coverage. I like this for the winter.
Bare Minerals Foundation and Bronzer

No break-outs. Perfect for summer when you have a tan but just want a little coverage.

Merle Norman Total Finish


This can make you break out, so I don't suggest it for everyday. However, it provides amazing coverage that looks natural. You're face will look flawless. I love this for special occasions.

Merle Norman Cover-Up


Blends perfectly. Perfect under the eyes after eye cream. If you have dark circles, buy one with a yellow base, or they even have one that is just solid yellow. They also have a green one to mix with your cover-up or foundation for red spots. Perfect for rosecea.

Luxiva Lasting Cheek Color in Virtual Pink



Luxiva Eyeshadow in Bare, Hazel, Sapphire, Ebony, and Ramblin Rose




Luxiva Cream Liner

Make sure you never get your brush wet before you use because it messes up the consistency of the liner.

M.A.C. Eyeshadow in Dazzlelight and Bare Minerals Glimmer in Nude Beach

These are my favorite highlighters.

Do you have any tried and true beauty products that you don't mind sharing? What are your staples?