Monday, August 27, 2012

Fall into jeans

I am ready for fall.  Which is rough for me, since I live in hell, otherwise know as Phoenix, AZ and it's August 27th and supposed to be 104 today.  But I'm still ready...

So this weekend, I got out my favorite jeans.  Skinny - no, dark - no, high fashion - hardly...

They are threadbare, ripped (the old fashioned way, I earned them) and worn.  The bottoms at the back are half gone from wearing them with flats while they should have been worn with heels, they have a hole on one leg and a well deserved tear on the other that gets larger every time I bend my knee. If you get to too close they may explode.  They are amazingly soft.  I've replaced the metal button...twice.


They are my Lucky jeans, literally and figuratively.  They've been with me thru good times and bad. Thru falls at football pre-games and house painting. Through tears of joy and sadness.  Through 10 pounds up and down.

I've tried to replace them, even so much as gone out to buy other pairs of jeans to be my weekend go-to jeans. But I can't bare to throw them out, or rather won't.

This weekend I wore them with one of my favorite comfy t-shirts in a soft yellow.  I can hardly wait to wear them with my tobacco turtle neck and boots. Come on October...

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Boxers or Briefs...

He's at it again and millions of women across the world are also at it again...giggling and oohing and aahing at David  Beckham in his latest underwear ads.

I can't lie, the pictures of him in his skivvies do stir up some unusual need for me to pick out men's underwear. Or at least give me a good excuse to look at the advertising for them.

When his last campaign came out, I was dating a fellow who was a bit unhappy with my delight in the sculptural excellence of said underwear campaign. Pish, I say. A) Like I'd ever run into him in person B) Be able to communicate anything much past uhhhhh and suddenly become a twelve year old Jr. High school girl and C) Get his attention away from Victoria.  But I could take her...

It amuses me that some of the male species are getting riled up with the attention that this advertising is creating.  I mean isn't that what advertising should do?  And come on guys, you can't tell me you don't look forward to the Victoria's Secret catalog.  Same thing...we just may be more vocal about it. Call it the Beckham syndrome, 50 Shades of Underwear. If he's willing to share his assets with the world, who are we to judge.  10, 10, I give him a 10!

And lighten up guys, you'll probably get some new underwear out of it. And if you're smart, you'll voluntarily model it.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Is there an LGA?

I was fumbling through my little black lip gloss bag, not make up bag, lip gloss bag...to find the pinky beige color du jour this morning. It occurred to me as I settled on Gilly Hicks 'Bondi Sand', that I am in fact a Lip Gloss addict. I am carrying seven varying shades of pinky beige and one bright sheer pink. And I seriously have to "decide" which one of these GOES with my mood, outfit, makeup of the day.  Seriously??
The scary part is that this is what is in my bag TODAY...I have probably 50-60 more of these beauties at home in various other bags just waiting to be rotated into the black bag.
I never really think about such things until someone says something so hateful as "How many lipglosses do you have?" or "how many pairs of black shoes do you really need?". Which, by the way is an infinite amount in my book.
Although looking at the picture above they may look very similar, to me, each shade of pinky beige, beigy pink, mauve, mauvey pink are all very different. Each has a little different texture and flavor.
Plus, I'm a lucky girl right now to be dating someone who actually likes to kiss a girl with fresh lipgloss! But, tomorrow it may be Smashbox 'Pout' because he's going on a week long trip.

Monday, August 6, 2012

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Friday, August 3, 2012

Mirror Mirror

My new career path has led me to the world of beauty.  I am very fortunate to have such a fun job where I get to see all of the latest and greatest in skin care and beauty...all the time!  Except for a couple of problems...yeahhhh...
I have now noticed things on my face and body that I never really considered before.  I mean I knew I had some orange peel skin on the back of my thighs and some nasolabial whatevers...HEY, I'm over 30, give a girl a break! But sheesh, apparently, I'm just a sagging, droopy mess according to all those products out there!
It will only cost me roughly $50 gazillion dollars in products containing anything from plants and proteins to stem cell technology.  I can even shine a  red or blue light on my face or slightly electrocute myself if necessary.  After all, beauty is painful, right?!
So if I apply enough lotions and potions for my large pores, fine wrinkles, deep wrinkles, jowl lines, crepey eyes, thin skin, dry patches, oily T-zone, cellulite and lip lines maybe then I can look like the 15 year olds they have pictured on their ads?!


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