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Category Archives: body image Wow. You probably weren’t planning to see THAT this morning. But here it is – a page out of my long-repressed history. I have an uncle – a really wonderful one – who is an historian. (He’d have me put the “an” in there, I bet. So I did.) He is a pro family history... Remember that Husband is awesome? And that he makes my site real pretty-like? He just gave me this new plug-in to reduce Russian pornographers’ spam comments, and now somehow I can’t find my drafts. There were some drafts. Clever drafts. But, alas, now I’m flying from the hip. But I wanted to tell you this... All right. We’re just diving in. I’ve been wondering how/if I was going to say this. And whether it mattered to anyone at all (besides me). And you know, when you come right down to it, it’s not like I tell you guys Everything. I keep a whole lot of the boring parts of my...  So here’s what I love today. It’s all about the minimalist summer makeup. I can go with these total basics: Loreal Voluminous mascara (I like the brown-black, non-waterproof, straight applicator, I’m just saying) and the Maybelline Superstay lipcolor #774 (which goes on wet and dries gluey, then you spread on the included gloss-thing, and I... That makes it all sound so much more dramatic than it is. Ah, well. Sometimes I just do that. So here’s what happened: After more than two (2) years of cutting my own hair, I finally went ahead and got a Real Haircut. You can see from the pics above that I have been attempting... The Nordstrom at the nearest mall has a magic mirror. I’m totally not making this up. The mirror at the end of the hallway inside the dressing room makes me look 6 inches taller and 20 pounds lighter. My legs are long in that mirror. My face, too. I think, in fact, that I look... So I’m going to go ahead and blog about clothes. Stop laughing. I mean it. Stop. I like clothes. I do. They certainly beat the alternative. (I know, right?) But fashion? I don’t get it. Even little-kid fashion. In fact, I was in Macy’s yesterday with all four Kids, and I had gag-reflex issues with... The war cannot go unfought. I must eradicate the enemy, as it lurks, smooth and heavy, waving, taunting. I must destroy. This is war. That may be a little strong. But this is going to be a fight. I am in a battle, anyway. The enemy? Arm flab. Eww. It causes my cool-mama casual waves... |
