It’s Purgeday Thursday, But This Post Has Nothing To Do With That.

FlowersSometimes I pinch myself because I have a really fun job. I don’t know what my job is exactly these days, so I try to sum it up as “Storytelling” because Blog Posting, Screenwriting, Book Writing (did I tell you I’m working on a book about the psychology of Hair? Oh, we’ll have to get in to that sometime because I’m really psyched about it) and raising my daughter all have one thing in common — I’m trying to craft a beautiful narrative.

Man, that was kind of cheesy. But I’m standing by it. As my thirty-second birthday approaches, I’m really working to embrace my cheesiness rather than be ashamed of those dorky tendencies. I’ve always held coolness in high regard, but the older I get the more I realize that being cool all the time isn’t fun. Also I’m so off topic right now it’s not even funny.

stingThis week has been one of those weeks where life is moving faster than I am. Not in the bad way necessarily, it’s just I’m desperately trying to keep up in a week that’s seen a Sinus Infection (mine), Pink Eye (Dee’s), learning Calligraphy via a workshop that I hosted featuring the brilliantly talented Alexandra of Type A Calligraphy (more on that tomorrow, although some of our attendees have been quicker about recapping the evening than I have!), and will be silently praising the inventor of the Z-pack while I attend the American Idol Finale tonight on a girls date with my childhood best friend. Like Willy Wonka’s crazy boat this weekend shows no signs that it is slowing. And my lease is up so I have to get a new (used) car by Saturday afternoon.

ScissorsBut you know what I get to do after that? I get to take my new (used) ride on a little cross-town road trip to Valencia for the grand opening of it’s newest neighborhood where I will do probably the funnest thing I’ve ever done and called work ever. I’m unplugging to spend the day at KB Home’s Charleston River Village All-American Street Fair doing a craft workshop with kiddos and parents alike while chowing down on hot dogs and frozen lemonade. I’m even hoping to coerce my own family in to coming along for the fun.

FeltCraftsYou may not know this because I’m the worst blogger ever, but I have a massive arsenal of low-mess crafts and art projects that keep Delilah busy when I have to get work done during a day she’s home with me. I collect kids art supplies like a hoarder suffering from crafters cleptomania and tend to troll the clearance aisles at Target, Aaron Bros. and Joanne’s for deals on toddler-friendly craft ideas. If you’re an LA local, you are totally welcome to join — I’ll be focusing on felt crafts and cowboy hats, sharing some of my favorite ideas for creative kiddos, both things you can do together, and things you can set them up with when you need a few more minutes of quiet to finish your work day, like I so often do.

FeetThe 40-50 minute Workshop will kick off on Saturday at 2pm, so if you’d like to join, plan to arrive a little before then so we can say hi!

(For more on KB’s Charleston River Village, check out the event details HERE.)

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I’m Sorry, I Can’t Stop Talking About My Hair.

ImageI know I just posted about the emotional side of my hair last week, but ULTA Beauty sent me this massive box of hair supplies in honor of their “Love Your Hair” event and really, how could I not talk about ALL OF THESE INCREDIBLE THINGS? (Okay not all of them – I only have two inches of hair total — but the very best of them? You bet your butt.)

aeecbd3cb34611e2866d22000a9f137d_7Before I went for the Pixie, people kept warning me that having short hair was going to be higher maintenance than having long hair which I could just toss in a ponytail. And I was of course like: whatever. So then of course “they” turned out to be right, and I had to [quickly] figure out how to make my low-maintenance-hair actually low-maintenance.

Enter ULTA Beauty’s giant box of love.

IMG_5290Ahhh, I a tiny 1/2 inch ceramic flat iron from Hot Tools was just the ticket to banish bedhead (or as we call it in my house, chicken-butt head.) So I’m grateful for that. Also since I bleached my hair five times over to get it white enough to take this color, Chi’s Iron Guard helps it from completely disintegrating.

IMG_5311I swear by Rusk for color treated hair. I’m psyched to try the 34545235452 color-protective products they sent me, but I was mostly just thrilled to get two economy-sized bottles of the product that is already my go to for maintaining color. Also it smells delicious.

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My final favorite find from ULTA Beauty’s box of hair magic? In order to preserve my color, I try to only wash my hair on days I work out. That means things like dry shampoo come in really handy. (I know, gross.)

GAH I love this giant box of fun. Everything in it (including the stuff I featured above) will be available as a Daily Steal during the 21 day Love Your Hair event.

Hair is the greatest, isn’t it?! If you have a Pixie Cut, I hope you find some of these things as life-altering as I do. If you have more hair than I do, you might want to take the #ULTAHairPledge to love your hair for a chance to win a year of free blow-outs. (Tweet your hair pledge with the aforementioned hashtag after 5/12 to be eligible.)

And thanks to BlogHer and ULTA Beauty, I have a $100 gift card to ULTA stores (brick and mortar or Internet) for one of you. Leave me a comment telling me what you love most about your hair, and I’ll pick a winner at random on June 1.

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The Merida Situation

New_MeridaLook, you guys know I care a WHOLE DAMN LOT about body image. A whole damn lot. But this crazy hullabaloo over Merida getting a makeover? I’m not on board.

To summarize, if your twitter feed hasn’t been as aggravated by this as mine: This past week Merida of BRAVE fame had her official Coronation as an official Disney Princess, and to celebrate, the Imagineers (or whichever the correct department in charge of Princess merchandise is) gave her a little bit of a makeover. Yes, I love the fact that her story doesn’t revolve around her love of a boy as much as the next raging Feminist. Sure, she’s a little painted up for a sixteen year old. True, they made her waist smaller which is lame and sucks. And yes, they took away her weaponry. Rabble rabble rabble because our children need more weapons to play with. I’m not saying I’m going to throw a party over Merida’s new look, but let’s be serious. She’s a cartoon character who was tweaked to match the other cartoon characters in the line of merchandise in to which she is being inducted.

Women of Earth. If we are going to make this big of a deal about an imaginary woman being redrawn to more “womanly” proportions, then we sure as hell better be ready to make a whole lot bigger of a deal when they do it to actual women and pretend it’s not happening.

Here’s another before and after shot that made the rounds on the Internet:

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That’s Kim Kardashian, of Supermarket tabloid fame, in case you live under a rock or only shop at Farmer’s Markets. While she’s not exactly the poster child for natural beauty (where by beauty I mean routine and application, not underlying facial structure) she IS a living breathing human being. Y’know, one who we and our daughters are a lot more likely to see in that airbrushed photograph, one of many which are not disclosed as such, and think that that is what we are supposed to look like. As opposed to a CG character who has been cartoonized to aesthetically match the rest of the line of which she is a part.

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As of this morning Disney capitulated to the heat and changed the photo on their Princess landing page back to the original Merida. The one who blatantly doesn’t match the makeovers that were already given to the ten Princesses that came before her, that I don’t remember there being such a huge stink about.

Princesses (Because if you think Mulan or Pocahontas looked even REMOTELY like that in their respective films you are drunk. And Rapunzel may seem wide eyed and sweet, but lest ye forget she is technically holding her love interest hostage for the better part of the film.)

I worry that there’s been a missed opportunity here to make this about something more than a cartoon character (albeit a beloved one). Instead of connecting the issue to the greater societal problems surrounding body image in general, there’s a false sense of victory now surrounding the Merida Makeover.

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Where is the daily outrage and we’re not gonna take it attitude towards this happening to real women? Why aren’t we banding our platforms together across the Internet pushing a petition via Change.org to shut down the practice of photoshopping REAL LIVE HUMANS beyond recognition and then showing THOSE pictures to children as if they’re real?

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My daughter is three and obsessed with Princess culture. I know some of my fellow feminist Moms balk at that, but I don’t. It’s such a small part of the world she lives in, I don’t see the problem with a little fantasy based pretend play. And for Delilah, it’s hardly about the movies or the stories or the underlying messages at all. She doesn’t actually like the movie Beauty and The Beast because it’s “too scary” but the moment she saw a real-life person dressed in a Belle costume at Disneyland, Belle became her favorite princess, and the one she dresses up as daily. She doesn’t like Belle because Disney added tendrils or longer lashes when they inducted her in to the Princess line. She likes Belle because she is a three year old girl and that big yellow dress was the most frilly, sparkly, elegant thing she’s ever seen. So no, I’m not worried about what Merida’s makeover might do to her sense of self or body image. Not nearly as much as I’m worried about the images she’s bombarded by during the rest of her day of REAL women being held to unattainable ideals.

[Full Disclosure: I'm a regular contributor at Babble, which is owned by Disney. While I appreciate the paycheck, it has no bearing on my opinions here. In fact, I published this post here instead of on Babble Voices where I really could have used it towards my monthly post quota so that it might have a chance at not being dismissed as having been paid for by Disney. Did it work?]

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No, YOU’RE Immature.

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I mean, really. I can’t believe I haven’t bought this mug yet. Because this is NOT the first time I’ve ogled it.

Speaking of boobs, these lace bralettes from Victoria’s Secret (Pink) are the greatest things ever to happen to them. (I mean, I already shop at Forever 21 post-thirty, what have I got to lose?) I can’t say enough good things about wireless bras. It’s just so much better than plugging your boobs in all the time.

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{I don’t know how I’ve survived this long without glow in the dark nailpolish.}

Totally unrelated, except that they are sexy, how sexy are these Sconces? They were designed by Bertrand Balas for the Dutch based Raak in the 1970s and I want them. raakwalllamps-productox

I would also not kick this 1950s Metropolis Cabinet out of bed:

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And lastly, a slideshow of Dogs Wearing Sailor Suits, because you are my friends.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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“That’s Why Her Hair Is So Big, It’s Full Of Secrets”

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My hair has always been a weirdly important part of who I am. My eternal mood ring, it is unmatched in its ability to reflect my internal sense of self, with or without my permission.

Still, almost counter-intuitively, I’ve always regarded it as “just hair” — and my willingness to try new things with it reflects that philosophy. Bad color job? Go darker. Bad cut? Go shorter. Absolutely can’t stand it? Great excuse to invest in some new scarves.

So I wasn’t making a power play last fall when I took it from below my shoulders to above my ears. And I gave even less thought this spring to whether or not the purple would work out. There was no big deep breath and screwing of courage to end up with this look. There was just a spare twenty minutes and a split second decision in the aisle of the beauty supply. But my new coiffure has reminded me: there’s power in how we present ourselves.

You know that age old question about the chicken and the egg? It’s hard to say if the growing confidence is coming from the hair itself, or from the assumption from others that it took confidence to end up looking like this in the first place, but regardless it’s changing me from the outside in. Or the inside out. Because honestly…I’m really not sure which came first.

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