Category: MamaStyle

This is a damn bra state of emergency.

For five years, seven months, one week and two days I worked from home. And you know what happened during that time? I completely effing forgot how bras work. Let’s start at the beginning: Bras suck. They’re awful. They’re legit the worst part of leaving the house (although their removal is in the running for the best part of returning home) and ever… Read more →

I Can Fly!

{Okay not really, and no, that isn’t a picture of my hair, but it’s a cool cut, isn’t it?} via As you may have noticed, I’m obsessed with my pixie cut. I mean…who knew that a haircut could make me feel so found? It’s actually not as easy as you might think to find a stylist willing to chop your locks… Read more →

Casual Coachella-Day (Or, How I Spent My Spring Vacation.) (What?)

We don’t take many vacations around these parts. With both of us being self-employed, it’s hard for us to find the time to take off of work to take those much needed life-breaks. So most of the time, we just don’t. I travel for work, and we’ll do quick trips to visit our sisters on the weekends, but that’s it.… Read more →

PSA: Remember Those Black Wedges We All Loved? They’ve Been Knocked Off!

That up there is the Dolce Vita Julie, one of the fiercest wedges currently on the market. I should know. I own them. In black AND in tan. Admittedly one pair was gifted to me and one pair I bought on sale after Otis put teeth marks in the other, but even at 50% off these are not inexpensive shoes.… Read more →

Facial Tattoos & Permanent Make-Up: How They’re Different…And How They’re Not.

{Today’s make-up free morning face, featuring still-healing brows and cruelty-free mink lash extensions} Yesterday I decided that I had reached new levels of hard-coredity and was ready to move forward with my very first facial tattoo. That is to say, I decided to take my dearly beloved cosmetologist up on her offer of Permanent Make-up. We started with my eyebrows… Read more →

Good Rule Of Thumb: If The Baby Isn’t Crowning, Don’t Ask A Woman If She’s Pregnant.

My daughter is over three now, so it’s only natural that any time we leave the house friends and strangers alike ask us when we’re planning to crank out Delilah 2.0. {The answer for the curious: yes we’d like to expand the clan at some point, though not any time in the very near future, so hopefully this is one… Read more →