Day 20: What I read
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09 November 2011
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28 September 2011
Out-of-the-Box Nails
I own a million shades of red nail polish. Everytime I look at nail polish I am drawn to the red polishes with an invisable magnet. Every once in a while I'll branch out and wear my beloved Russian Navy (OPI) or Lincoln Park After Dark (OPI), but then I go right back to red.
This fall, however, I've discovered some lovely new colors and have branched out, at least nail-wise.
My first purchase was Chanel Le Vernis in Peridot. Depending on how you look at this color, it can look gold, green, or anywhere in between. It's totally fun, has an easy-to-apply formula and is very long-lasting.
I've also recently gotten into the company, butter LONDON. butter LONDON is, according to their website created "without the use of the harmful ingredients like Formaldehyde, Toluene, DBP or Parabens." And, "butter LONDON was the first company to sell non-toxic nail lacquer in the United States." Cool, right? And they have lots of nifty colors. For the fall I have purchased Bluey and The Old Bill. (I'm also jonseing to get a bottle of Blagger!)
The only fault I can find with butter LONDON polish is that you must apply at least three coats, as the formula tends to be on the thin side.
What nail polish are you wearing this fall? Did you branch out and try something new, or are you using an old tried-and-true friend?
This fall, however, I've discovered some lovely new colors and have branched out, at least nail-wise.
My first purchase was Chanel Le Vernis in Peridot. Depending on how you look at this color, it can look gold, green, or anywhere in between. It's totally fun, has an easy-to-apply formula and is very long-lasting.
I've also recently gotten into the company, butter LONDON. butter LONDON is, according to their website created "without the use of the harmful ingredients like Formaldehyde, Toluene, DBP or Parabens." And, "butter LONDON was the first company to sell non-toxic nail lacquer in the United States." Cool, right? And they have lots of nifty colors. For the fall I have purchased Bluey and The Old Bill. (I'm also jonseing to get a bottle of Blagger!)
The only fault I can find with butter LONDON polish is that you must apply at least three coats, as the formula tends to be on the thin side.
What nail polish are you wearing this fall? Did you branch out and try something new, or are you using an old tried-and-true friend?
05 September 2011
Rite of Passage
The other day I googled "Doc Martens" to see what cool and hip boutique was selling them these days, as I'd like to pick up a pair of boots for the upcoming fall/winter season. And I don't know where to buy them anymore because the thing about Docs is, they last forever. I've had the same pair of three-hole shoes for over 15 years and they're not even showing wear for the most part. These shoes are indestructible.
So there I am...googling. And the results surprised the heck of me. Zappos? Nordstrom online? What?
Where were the cool and hip boutiques?
I have to pull a "back in my day thing" here.
BUT, back in my day, shopping for a pair of Doc Marten boots was an adventure. One you shared with your best girlfriends on a Saturday afternoon. These shoes just weren't available anywhere. You had to hop on a train and walk from 8th and Market to South Street. Your group donned their coolest skirts, Smiths t-shirts and layers of silver jewelry to make this trip. You talked about the boys in your circle and which one you wanted to hook up with.
You stood outside Zipperhead and took the final few drags of your cigarette, batting your heavily black-lined eyes at the Ian McCulloch look alike roaming aimlessly down the street. And finally you went in the store and asked the oh-so-intimidating older punk girl behind the counter for a pair of 14-hole ox blood steel toe boots in a men's 5 (because these boots didn't come in women's sizes).
And finally, you slip your foot into the coolest boots that ever were. They envelope your calf and your girlfriends nod in approval. These are the boots you've been waiting for and it's finally time to bring them home.
$120 that you saved from your minimum wage drugstore job later, you have finally acquired THE shoes. The shoes that are as cool as you are.
Buying Doc Martens was an event. It was brilliant. And like so many brilliant things that made up my younger years, it no longer works that way.
You just log on to the net and order them from Nordstrom. No dressing up. No best girlfriends. No trip to the city. Just the anonymous act of filling in your credit card information.
It was a simple thing, but a beautiful rite of passage nonetheless.
So there I am...googling. And the results surprised the heck of me. Zappos? Nordstrom online? What?
Where were the cool and hip boutiques?
I have to pull a "back in my day thing" here.
BUT, back in my day, shopping for a pair of Doc Marten boots was an adventure. One you shared with your best girlfriends on a Saturday afternoon. These shoes just weren't available anywhere. You had to hop on a train and walk from 8th and Market to South Street. Your group donned their coolest skirts, Smiths t-shirts and layers of silver jewelry to make this trip. You talked about the boys in your circle and which one you wanted to hook up with.
You stood outside Zipperhead and took the final few drags of your cigarette, batting your heavily black-lined eyes at the Ian McCulloch look alike roaming aimlessly down the street. And finally you went in the store and asked the oh-so-intimidating older punk girl behind the counter for a pair of 14-hole ox blood steel toe boots in a men's 5 (because these boots didn't come in women's sizes).
And finally, you slip your foot into the coolest boots that ever were. They envelope your calf and your girlfriends nod in approval. These are the boots you've been waiting for and it's finally time to bring them home.
$120 that you saved from your minimum wage drugstore job later, you have finally acquired THE shoes. The shoes that are as cool as you are.
Buying Doc Martens was an event. It was brilliant. And like so many brilliant things that made up my younger years, it no longer works that way.
You just log on to the net and order them from Nordstrom. No dressing up. No best girlfriends. No trip to the city. Just the anonymous act of filling in your credit card information.
It was a simple thing, but a beautiful rite of passage nonetheless.
04 August 2011
The Year of Jo-Ann
Today is my mom's 59th birthday.
Not too long ago she decided that she was going to celebrate being 59 everyday, so she would ease into 60 instead of hitting it head on. She declared the next 365 days to be The Year of Jo-Ann.
I recently asked Jo-Ann (eh-hem, Mom) to share some of the wisdom she has gained in the past 59 years.
Jennifer: You have declared the next year to be The Year of Jo-Ann. What does that entail?
Jo-Ann: I am going to celebrate every day of my life like a special day.
Jennifer: Looking back, what is the most fun age?
Jo-Ann: 19. You're old enough to have independance, but young enough that if you screw up people will still say, "She's just a kid."
Jennifer: Between you and I, who is really your favorite child?
Jo-Ann: Jessica
Jennifer: What did you never do that you should have done?
Jo-Ann: Kicked your father (smile).
Jennifer: If you could go anywhere, where would you chose to go?
Jo-Ann: Paris
Jennifer: If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would it be?
Jo-Ann: Ben Franklin.
Jennifer: Favorite beverage?
Jo-Ann: Fountain coke, complete with sugar which I never drink
Jennifer: Favorite food?
Jo-Ann: Cheeseburger, which I never eat.
Jennifer: Favorite treat?
Jo-Ann: Anything chocolate.
Jennifer: Happiest memory?
Jo-Ann: As a child on Christmas Eve, we were walking down the dark city street to Midnight Mass and the snow began to fall. It was beautiful.
Jennifer: Worst memory?
Jo-Ann: I was about 5 and we were at Thanksgiving dinner at my grandmother's. My father cracked a joke at my mother's expense and she threw a cup at him.
Jennifer: What are your words of wisdom regarding life?
Jo-Ann: Shit happens.
Not too long ago she decided that she was going to celebrate being 59 everyday, so she would ease into 60 instead of hitting it head on. She declared the next 365 days to be The Year of Jo-Ann.
I recently asked Jo-Ann (eh-hem, Mom) to share some of the wisdom she has gained in the past 59 years.
Jennifer: You have declared the next year to be The Year of Jo-Ann. What does that entail?
Jo-Ann: I am going to celebrate every day of my life like a special day.
Jennifer: Looking back, what is the most fun age?
Jo-Ann: 19. You're old enough to have independance, but young enough that if you screw up people will still say, "She's just a kid."
Jennifer: Between you and I, who is really your favorite child?
Jo-Ann: Jessica
Jennifer: What did you never do that you should have done?
Jo-Ann: Kicked your father (smile).
Jennifer: If you could go anywhere, where would you chose to go?
Jo-Ann: Paris
Jennifer: If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would it be?
Jo-Ann: Ben Franklin.
Jennifer: Favorite beverage?
Jo-Ann: Fountain coke, complete with sugar which I never drink
Jennifer: Favorite food?
Jo-Ann: Cheeseburger, which I never eat.
Jennifer: Favorite treat?
Jo-Ann: Anything chocolate.
Jennifer: Happiest memory?
Jo-Ann: As a child on Christmas Eve, we were walking down the dark city street to Midnight Mass and the snow began to fall. It was beautiful.
Jennifer: Worst memory?
Jo-Ann: I was about 5 and we were at Thanksgiving dinner at my grandmother's. My father cracked a joke at my mother's expense and she threw a cup at him.
Jennifer: What are your words of wisdom regarding life?
Jo-Ann: Shit happens.
Happy birthday, Momma Mia!
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