Wow. Apparently it IS all about portion control. Who knew?
Imperfectly Fabulous
Is it me or is January the official month of “I suck” and “I’m not good enough?” Yep, this is the time of year when many of us focus on physical flaws and imperfections. And, too often, that focus becomes negative and obsessive. It’s really no wonder that we are dissatisfied with ourselves when all methods of media repeatedly tell us that we got it wrong: We are too fat, too old and not hip enough. Sadly, even those who {Read More}
Ave, Maria!
Congratulations to Marie Claire Magazine: little blog readers voted you their very favorite fashion magazine! Several wrote in, commenting on the gorgeous photo spreads, useful health information and clever beauty tips. Many buy the magazine for the stories and issues from women around the globe. Others read for the regular celebrity features, including Behind-the-Shoot” dish, and the monthly “Designer Dossier.” And this little blogger always turns right to the last page to check out what’s “In the Bag!” If you’re {Read More}
6 Months Later…
Last May, little blog posted this basic makeup freshness guide…. It’s time to check your makeup bags, ladies! We all know we’re not supposed to share our makeup. And most of us know we should wash our hands before applying products. But did you know you should replace your cosmetics on a regular basis? Even before you open a bottle, tube or palette box, the clock is ticking. — And once you break the seal, air and microbes are free {Read More}
Top 10 Reasons I Hate Fruit
And now, as Summer winds down (and just for fun), here are the… Top 10 Reasons I Hate Fruit 10. Too Much Work You cannot eat fruit with abandon. You must be ever-vigilant of stems, rind, peel, pith, pits, seeds, worms, bugs and bad bits. Frankly, it’s too much effort for too little return. 9. Germs You cannot effectively wash fruit. As such, it plays host to all kinds of natural bacterium. Also, it’s been touched dozens of times {Read More}
Goo Goo Goo Joob
I am the Eggman. Or rather, the Egg-woman. Which is, as we all know, infinitely better than being the walrus. Goo goo g’joob. It all started when I hit the road for a catalog shoot in Knoxville. The client had requested “clean hair, clean face.” That’s the industry standard in New York, but not here in the lower states where clients generally expect models to arrive hair and makeup ready. I think that’s what threw me off. — That and {Read More}
Has Your Makeup Gone Rogue?
We all know we’re not supposed to share our makeup. And most of us know we should wash our hands before applying products. But did you know you should replace your cosmetics on a regular basis? Even before you open a bottle, tube or palette box, the clock is ticking. — And once you break the seal, air and microbes are free to move in. It’s only a matter of time before bacteria begins to grow. Yikes! Like to learn {Read More}
Melanoma. Say it Isn’t So-ma.
Greetings All…. As I sit here at the crack of dawn, not sure what time it is where, from sunny freezing Stockholm, I’m pondering exactly why its taken me 4 months to actually stop and write this little something for my blogging younger sister. Of course the obvious comes to mind: a busy life, lots of countries, lots of cities, too many time zones to even want to remember. But those thoughts are fleeting. It’s not hard in the quiet {Read More}
Mrs. Meyer’s Delivers the Clean
OCD from birth, I’m always on the lookout for new cleaning products, both for the house and for myself. I expect them to deliver the clean. And if those goods happen to be eco-friendly, then that’s a bonus — because I won’t give up the clean to go green. And with Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day Liquid Hand Soap, I don’t have to. The recyclable bottle sensibly instructs: “Moisten your hands, then add soap. The longer you rub your hands, the {Read More}
A Devotion to Lotion
Once upon a time, I never went anywhere without Sea Breeze wipes, loose powder and blotting papers. I was a teen with serious sheen. The oil factory never shut down — not even for maintenance. I’d wash my face and, before I could reach for a towel to pat it dry, a new oil slick would appear across my forehead. I was forever shampooing my hair. It was naturally blonde — but only for a few hours after washing. As {Read More}
