So in my January 2013 CurlKit Unboxing post, I mentioned that one of the items I received was the Pomegranate Kiwi Body Polish by Pooka. Out of all the products in the CurlKit, I was most excited about trying this one because it smells heavenly, and if you watch my videos, you KNOW smell is big to me. Just about everything I put on my skin or hair has to smell like a fruit, desert, or flower in order for me to be happy.
So, this morning I decided to give it a try, and I must say… I REALLY like it! After washing my skin with my regular body wash, I applied the sugar scrub. The consistency is like coarse sugar, and I was pleasantly surprised that it left my skin feeling extremely smooth and moisturized after I rinsed it off. According to their website, this is due to the fact they add coconut oil to their product. I applied my regular moisturizer on top, but I probably could have done without it, as this product was very moisturizing by itself. Read the rest of this entry
For the past six months or so, I’ve been an active part of the Pinterest community. I’ve found it to be a wonderful place full of DIY projects, outfit ideas, domestic tips and tricks, and yummy recipes. I mean, where else can you get weight loss tips and an Oreo buttercream cupcake recipe on the same site? Pure genius!! In my relatively short time on the site, I have amassed an array of boards that cover just about every topic you could think of, but lately I’ve been giving one of my boards the serious side-eye. …my Fitspo board.
For those of you who don’t know, “Fitspo” is short for Fitness Inspiration. It’s where people (mostly women and girls) repin, Instagram, or post pictures of beautifully chiselled, youthful, cellulite-free female bodies in minimal clothing as inspiration for exercise and healthy eating. Many of these images have inspirational quotes on them and come from fitness ads for athletic apparel companies. Not quite as controversial as it’s Thinspo predecessor, the Fitspo craze has been making more and more of a presence on the online photo-sharing community. A quick google search will yield over a million results for the term, ranging from sweaty women in sports bras running up a mountain or working out in the gym, to pictures of super-skinny models with phrases like “would you rather eat that bag of chips or look like this?”
These photos of scantily clad, rock-hard bodies are supposed to inspire me to work out and eat right. They’re supposed to motivate me to be a healthier person, but more and more lately, I’ve been feeling like they’ve pretty much just replaced music videos and Calvin Klein ads as the newest unattainable body image I’m supposed to aspire to. Read the rest of this entry
So not only did I receive my Birchbox this weekend, but I also received my CurlKit. For those who are not familiar with CurlKit, it’s a subscription service that sends you free samples (and some full-size products) every month for $20/month. It’s great for product junkies like myself and those of us who like to try new products. The products are mainly for curly/kinky hair, however they occasionally include products for locks as well.
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So for the past several months I’ve been subscribed to a service called “BirchBox”. It’s a subscription service that charges you $10/month and in exchange you receive a box every month with about 5 or 6 hair, skin, and makeup goodies! It’s a great way to try new products. Their products tend to mostly be makeup and skincare related, and they have some pretty good brands.
So today, while I’m laying on the couch sick and hating life, I get a pleasant surprise from the mailman, My Birchbox! So you know I couldn’t wait to share all the goodies with you all:
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For the past year or so, I’ve been stalking this product called “Locsoc”. I’m sure many of you are familiar with these styling caps. From my understanding, they were originally designed for people with locs, but have been growing in popularity among the loose natural hair community as a way to style and protect our hair as well.
A locsoc is basically just a piece of fabric in the shape of a tube. It has an elastic band on the end to keep it in place around your head. There are tons of styles you can do with your locsoc and it comes in probably hundreds of colors and designs.
I bought five locsocs. Four regular locsocs in various colors and designs and one extra long locsoc.
Each locsoc costs $12, although when I bought them, they were having a sale so I only paid $9 each for them, which I feel is very reasonable. So far they’ve proven to be very versatile. I wear them to sleep to protect my hair at night. I wear them around the house to keep my hair out of my face, and I’ve been experimenting with different styles. So far my favorite style is just to wear the locsoc as a headband. Read the rest of this entry
So, as most of you know, I love me some Miss Jessie’s. Pricey as it may be, I get some of my best results with their styling products. I love my Curly Meringue and Quick Curls has grown on me in recent months. In my opinion, their products are usually well-scented (which is super important to me), and give me the results I want. I usually don’t care too much for their shampoos and conditioners, though, as I feel like if I’m going to put something THAT expensive in my hair, I don’t want to wash it out immediately.
Regardless of the price, Miss Jessie’s has usually been good to me, but sometimes it can make my hair a little stiff if I don’t apply it with a light hand. So you already know, this summer with Miss Jessie’s announced they were releasing a product called “Pillow Soft Curls”, I was siced. I envisioned big, fluffy, moisturized curls just blowing in the breeze.
I took advantage of their end-of-year BOGO event to re-up on my Curly Meringue, but I also bought a bottle of Pillow Soft Curls to try. At first I applied it on clean hair, with just a touch of Coconut Oil underneath to keep it light. My initial impressions were: Read the rest of this entry
So I have a confession to make. Up until recently I hadn’t gotten a haircut in probably about two years! That’s right. I figured because I wore my hair curly that hair cuts didn’t matter. So when my ends started getting more and more tangled, and detangling sessions became more and more difficult, I attributed it to texture, not neglect.
No matter how many oils, butters, and sealers I added to my hair, it ended up looking like a rat’s nest after day two or three. Finally the thought dawned on me that maybe I need a haircut. This was a very scary thought, since it seems to go against my length goals. But what good is long hair if it’s unhealthy. Plus, I was losing so much hair during the detangling process, that I thought “this cannot be normal”.
If you’re curly like me, you’ve probably grown up getting horrible triangle haircuts from hairstylists that would rather be doing anything else but dealing with your massive head of unruly curls. I can easily recall the look of “oh shit” on the stylists faces when I would come in for a hair cut or a blow out. I’ve had numerous hairstylists tell me I should get a relaxer so my hair is easier to deal with. Then, after spending hours hopelessly trying to tame the mane, I end up leaving looking like a giant cotton ball. With these experiences, you can easily see why I’ve always been hesitant to get my hair cut in a salon. Read the rest of this entry
“Don’t follow any advice, no matter how good, until you feel as deeply in your spirit as you think in your mind that the counsel is wise.”
I recently came across a blog written by a twice-divorced single father giving advice on lessons learned from his two failed marriages. In it, he brought up several examples of ways he “blew his marriage” and what he would have done differently if he had a do-over. It was a very heartwarming read, believe it or not. In his blog he acknowledges that he is in no position to give marriage advice, only “how not blow it” advice.
While he seems well aware of his strengths and weaknesses in the relationship department, many people I’ve encountered in my lifetime are not. People with the most jacked up love lives are often the first ones to tell you what you should do in your relationship. People who habitually find themselves in abusive, dishonest, or unsuccessful relationships still offer up their advice like it’s the key to your happiness. Are they delusional about their own situations or do they just want to pull you down with them?
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“I hate the idea of natural. For example, I prefer gardens to wild nature. I like to see the human touch. High heels are a complete invention – an extravagance. They’re far from natural, but it’s the impracticality that I adore. I prefer the useless to the useful, the sophisticated to the natural.”
No one will deny there are many drawbacks of growing older; weight gain, adverse effects of gravity, responsibilities, bills, bills, and more bills. The list could go on forever. But my ever-increasing age has recently brought forth the most heinous development. It’s so terrible, I have yet to utter it aloud until now. So here it goes…. I can no longer wear heels!!! *sobs uncontrollably*
For my whole adult life sky-high heels have been a staple in my wardrobe. Dare I say, my shoe game was on point! Despite being 5’10″ barefoot, I would always slide my feet in some fierce 3.5″-5″ heels and step out on the town like I was queen of the Amazons! I amassed a shoe collection that many women would envy, consisting of well over 100 pairs of beautiful, stylish, mile-high heels. Each one special and unique in its own way. I took pride in my collection. I doted over them, loved them, cared for them, and spent time and money arranging them in the most meticulous way, each in a clear plastic shoebox with their own personal portrait on the front.
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Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I’m yelling
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
So here’s the all too common scenario: It’s Friday night. It’s been a long week and you and your friends are going out to this new lounge downtown that you’ve heard so much about. You put on your hottest outfit and head out on the town with your besties, excited about what drunken debauchery the night might bring.
Halfway through the night, that one friend (who everyone told you to leave at home) starts chiming in:
“Ugh… these drinks are so weak”,
“This music is giving me a headache”
“There are no attractive guys here”
“Who picked this place anyway?”
“I should have just stayed home.”
Nothing pleases her. She is having a terrible time and is intent on making sure everyone present not only knows it, but feels it as well. Even though she’s miserable, she would rather sit around with her arms folded and complain than actually do something about it.
You and your friends try to cheer her up: You order her a shot, try to get her to dance, make silly faces at her. Whatever you have to do to turn her into the fun-loving version of her you had invited and wished had shown up. But, despite your best efforts, the corners of her mouth refuse to budge. Now there is a palpable tension in the air, and all hope of an epic night out with the besties has turned to a pity party because of your friend Debby D. Downer, Queen of the Buzzkills. Read the rest of this entry