Showing posts from February, 2017

The Blow Out:How One Item Change Everything

I've had a love/hate relationship with doing my hair for as long as I can remember.  I don't mind getting my hair  done . As in, having someone else handle the washing, blow drying, pressing + styling, braiding, weaving or what have you. Just so long as someone else is doing the heavy lifting so to speak.  via GIPHY Matter of fact, I didn't even really learn how to blow dry my own hair properly until a few years ago. It wasn't until I started getting weaves + braids more and more that I was forced to learn how to do it, not only in a timely manner, but so that it was actually dry all the way through.  Because of that, I've had the same blow-dryer for an embarrassing number of years. Seriously. I mean, there's nothing wrong with having the same trusty appliance/equipment for years so long as it works properly. Mine did not. Some mysterious piece broke off on the attachment so it stopped staying on. The bulky handle and awkward comb attachment made

Sometimes Your Valentine Can Be Too Sweet

*  I was  compensated by the CHPA's Educational Foundation, KnowYourOTCs, but all opinions are my own.   Whenever I'm asked what I notice first about people one of my immediate responses is teeth/ smile.  I can't help. I'm a sucker for nice teeth. I think it stems from years of having braces and being overly concerned about my oral hygiene.  Even after I got my braces off I was hyper diligent about keeping my teeth clean and wearing my retainers.  My Freshman R.A used to tease me in college because I was perpetually rushing off to brush my teeth after meals. Chalk it up to having had pizza stuck in my braces one too many times and no one saying anything (thanks high school friends!) I made it a point to always have my toothbrush on or around me. It was definitely a running joke but laugh all they wanted, my teeth stayed straight and healthy.  Fast forward a few years of not having my parents remind me to make dental and orthodontia appointments and I was so

Let's Hear It For The Girls:Why You Should Celebrate GALentine's Day

Valentine's day is just around the corner and as always I'm sort of scrambling with trying to remember all the details that come with being a mom during a holiday. There a ton of last minute minutia that I'm tasked with. Some of it is my own doing and some of it is lack of planning on their part with a whole lot of "ooh that would be fun" thrown in for good measure.   Some of that includes the idea of hosting a Galentine's party , picking up or making a "little something" for my girlfriends just to say I love them.  via GIPHY Oh yes, the whole Valentine's spirit isn't just limited to Bae and the kids. We gotta show love to the ladies who love us just as much as the people we share a bathroom with.  My ladies hold me down year round and while we don't always get birthday or Christmas presents for one another, we show love whenever, wherever and however we can.  Some of my love languages are acts of service and

Why I Took My Teenager to Victoria's Secret and It Wasn't Weird

Picture this: California circa 1993ish, an introverted teenage girl with some emerging body issues trapped inside  a communal dressing room at Loehman's full of women of all ages and sizes in varying states of undress. Surrounded by mirrors. And having to try things on with the ugliest 'support' bras ever. It was horrifying. Add to that the mortification that comes with a sales woman measuring you in THE MIDDLE OF THE STORE while shouting out your size to your mother across the aisle. I wanted to crawl inside myself.   I also spent a good portion of my youth in stark white scratchy underwear and were it not for the fast talking sass mouthed friend of my mother, who knows how long it would have been before I ventured out into the world of colors and patterns. Eventually I began buying my own underwear and it was no longer so that wasn't an issue but my mother still purchased my bras. Therefore I was subject to where and when she was willing to purchase. Clearly,