Makeup Table Additions

Hello little plushies!

To me, there is nothing more pleasing than a neat, well organized vanity. Clean brushes resting patiently in cups, like flowers in a vase. Lipglosses in shades of purple, red, pink and nude shining bright, providing inspiration for so many looks. My vanity does not look like this. Usually it is in a varying state of disarray, ranging from a few items carelessly left out to a full on I-tried-to-do-falsies-and-a-red-lip-in-5-min kind of scene.

For our wedding, sister Meg brought me a few goodies from Daiso to help spruce things up a bit. And spruce, they did. Oh, and if you have never been to a Daiso you better skedaddle! It is basically a Japanese dollar store and everything is about 9283 times cuter than you could ever imagine. Here is proof:

This would be a standing mirror, brush holder and false eyelash case. ALL from Daiso!

I mean…

The eyelash case is TO DIE and is actually something I have been meaning to buy for awhile!

The other item I have been meaning to get for a while now is the Cinema Secrets Brush Cleaner.

This brush cleaner is not a shampoo. You simply pour the liquid into a small cup (they even sell one!), quickly dip the tip of your brush into the liquid and wipe onto a towel. This stuff takes EVERYTHING out of the brush and dries very fast. It is SO much easier than cleaning brushes at the sink and waiting all day for them to dry. I AM HOOKED.

I paid $23 for an 8 ounce bottle + tin combo.

And that’s it! What else do I need atop my vanity?

Benefit Brow Contour Pro Review

Hello my jiggly cheesecakes!

It has been quite a while since good ol’ Influenster sent me anything. I was beginning to think I had totally fallen off their radar and that they had completely forgotten about me and my need for complimentary products. But then I got a survey and fiddle-dee-dee! I received a little box in the mail containing a product just for me, and for FREE. Pretty neat.

Seriously, sign up for Influenster here. It’s totally free AND you can opt out of the emails. Especially if you have decent numbers on social media!

This time it was all about brows. Enter the Benefit Brow Contour Pro!

Obviously Benefit is killing it will their whole line of brow products. The packaging is killer, the products work great and the offer a wide selection of colors.

I received mine in Brown/Light since my hair is (let’s be honest) constantly a different shade of bronde.

This product features four different “products” in one, including two brow shades (one lighter and one darker) a definer and a highlighter. YOU KNOW whoever masterminded this creation was a child of the 80’s because, duh:

Here is the way Benefit recommends the product be applied:


Other than the fact that I thought the tip of the brow colors were a bit large (I am used to the ABH Brow Whiz) I was very pleased at how easy the colors applied. They deposited color throughout my brows evenly and easily. The definer shade does require a bit of blending as the color was not a dead-on match for my skin. I found that with a small flat brush, it blended out like a dream.


I would say the formula is a bit softer than the ABH Brow Whiz, but not as creamy as a typical liner. I like eyebrow pencils to be a bit firmer, as the idea of a smudgy pencil in my brows makes me cringe. The pigmentation for all four colors is very good.


This product lasted very well on me which is sayin’ alot because right now I am actually a bit on the oily side. I found that it did not fade in any funky way, yet removing it with my typical face wash was a breeze.

What products DO YOU love for the brows?!

Halfway Done

Salutations lollipops!

Thought I’d do a bit of a check-in on this whole growing a baby thing that is apparently happening to me. I am officially around 18 weeks but like, that is almost halfway so I am just rounding up. In fact, I kind of despise counting everything in weeks. 18 weeks is a little over 4 months so why can’t everyone just stick to that? Then when the baby is actually born, it starts all over again. “Little Emma here is 43 weeks old!” I MEAN. staahhhp.

By the way, we are NOT naming her Emma. Nothin’ against the name but it won’t be my kid’s.

And speaking of names, this sh*t is hard. And there are SO many traps to fall into, for example:

  1. Picking an old-timey name you love but that has made a HARD comeback. Example: Meg and I used to looove the name Olivia but now everyone and their sister is named Olivia. Same thing with Madeline. The kids book with the 12 little girls in 2 straight lines? Set in Paris? COME ON. Of course I love this name. But again, there are about 83473 Madelines (or Madeleines or Madelyns) and also Madisons.  So when someone yells out “Maddy!” at soft-play about 8 little chubby faces turn to look.
  2. Picking an intricate spelling to give the name a fresh spin. Just, no. I am so done with this. Christina becomes Krysteenah. Jessica becomes Jysikah. For the love of God, no more. I know it is tempting but just stick to the norm people.
  3. Trying to be TOO creative. So, I get it. You don’t want to name yer little tike Tom or Jim or Sarah. But you are also not Gwenyth or Kim K and know you’re not famous enough to have an Apple or Chicago or Blanket (like poor MJ). But like, you want something kinda cool. It is easy to convince yourself that putting together two weird sounds is all of the sudden a name, but stay strong, because it isn’t.

For me, girl names are easy. I like about 823734 of them. But so far David has vetoed:

  • Savannah
  • Aurora (Rory for short, like Rory Gilmore!)
  • Dorothy (my dear G-Dot’s name, may she rest in peace. however this is still a middle name possibility)
  • Noel (which my parents almost named me)

Tell me your thoughts on these good or bad.

Other new and exciting ventures on this blissful journey of being with-child include:

  • Acne! These hormones are just completely kicking my ass lately. I am using a spot treatment with benzoyl peroxide but clearly (or should I say not-so-clearly) it isn’t doing much.
  • Bone pain! My tailbone especially hurts like a MOTHER but also my back.
  • Heartburn! As if I did not have this bad enough before, the heartburn is real and unrelenting.

But wanna know what has sucked the MOST!?

Not bein’ able to booze…Yeah, I said it. It was MUCH easier at the beginning of this ordeal when I felt sick because at that point nothing sounded good. But now that I am back to my old self plus a ponch that could be mistaken for just a large lunch at Chipotle, I miss my vodka sodies man. I miss wine.  I miss it. All. And I have to do this until January. JANUARY. No yule tide libations for me. No spiked cider or hot peppermint schnocholate. It is moderately depressing at the very least. And I know I can have a little, but at this point it is just a tease. One small glass of wine is like eating any less than 10 potato chips. It’s juuust enough to make you want more.

Despite all this, I have managed to do fun things. Such as:

Go to the Oregon Coast and take picture like this:

(it’s a Gare-Bear)


Stand up for an entire Timbers game

So I guess it’s not allllll bad. Just mostly bad.

Billie Razor Review

Hullo there alley cats!

I have a pretty darn exciting product to share with you today. One that involves what has been a great frustration in my life. One that involves time, money, dedication and persistence. Of course by now you know I am talking about shaving.

*BTW this post is not sponsored. Nor did I receive anything for free from this company. They do not know who I am (sadly).

For years, I have struggled with the search for the perfect razor. And to me, the perfect razor should not cost an arm and a leg like they currently do.

I mean…really?

I just want a normal razor that works well and isn’t 34938 dollars. It does not need to be cute, or feature “7 contour blades wrapped in glistening shea butter with angel tears”. It just needs to do what a freakin’ razor is supposed to. And spare me the godforsaken PINK TAX.

So when I saw an ad for this company called Billie, I was instantly intrigued. To be fair, the ads do feature hairy-legged and armpitted women, literally brushing their body hair so it is easy to be shocked by it a little. It is also funny that a company that very clearly encourages women to let their body hair grow wild and free SELLS razors. But hey, it got my attention.

Billie also sells body care products like shave cream, lotion and “sudsy” body wash (which smells like grapefruit and is ah-mazing) but the bread and butter is definitely the razors. But what made me ultimately place an order was 100% due to the price tag – a mere $9 for the razor and a set of refills. PLUS they come in fun colors. PLUS they offer a subscription service where you can automatically be sent a set of refills depending on how often you want them. AND there is no contract (cancel anytime) AND you can easily skip a shipment.

Why isn’t this company paying me?! Oh, my life.

I placed my order for the coral shade and selected the every-other-month refill delivery option. One week later, I had my $9 starter pack in hand.

Packaging is totally amazing and hipstery and here is what was inside:

From left to right: razor holder, razor, razor cartridge.

One more time for the packaging/logo lover in me!

The razor comes with one cartridge attached and one additional.

I had to snap a photo of the packing for the tiny razor holder for the shower because well, duh.

The razor design is awesome. I love the color, the weight and design of the handle, and the size.

Now onto the performance….

I was wary of how this sucker would hold up performance-wise to it’s more expensive counterparts and was VERY surprised. The blades are super sharp and there are 5 of them so it definitely gives a very close shave. The razors are encased in aloe soap that did not bother my sensitive skin one bit. And I was able to navigate everywhere I usually do with ease.


I do not have one negative thing to say about it and highly recommend getting one. That is all!

Current Beauty Favorites: Pregnant Addition

Gross I used the p-word.

I feel this topic warranted a blog post for a myriad of reasons. First, there is the fact that nothing is harder than caring about the way you look when you feel like sh*t. You just want to do the bare minimum and be able to walk out the door. (I am thinking that this is going to be a predecessor for my style once the baby comes…).Second,  there’s the fact that I am obsessed with beauty products anyway. And third, nobody welcomes stretch marks.

Some of these items are new purchases, for the aid of being with-child while others are items I’ve had and simply make sense to use at this juncture of life.

Kopari Coconut Melt

When I saw this product launch at Sephora, I was intrigued. Cute packaging, COCONUT, what’s not to love? Then I discovered it was basically just coconut oil, which I already own a large jar of from Trader Joes. So I thought nothing of it until I was shopping at Ross about a month ago and I saw a FULL-SIZED jar of it for only $12.99! It retails at $28.


I bought it and threw it under my bathroom counter in the ol’ stock pile. Then I started growing a baby and realized my stomach would probably be expanding :(. So I busted out the Kopari and read the back of the box:

Turns out it is recommended for the tummy! So I started using ‘er and oh my laww is this stuff good. My skin is SO much softer since I started using it and the little spatula is not only super cute but also handy! I put this everywhere, including my face and hair and it makes things SO easy. Plus, the light coconutty scent makes me so happy.

Mario Badescu Facial Spray w/Aloe, Chamomile and Lavender

The old wives tale about a girl stealing your beauty is true in my case. From about 9 weeks in, I started developing bumps on my forehead. Not necessarily acne but just bumpy, uneven texture up there. Since then, I have definitely experienced small breakouts and on parts of my face where I have never had issues before. While this product does nothing to cure acne, it feels AMAZINGLY refreshing on my skin and sometimes I like to spray it REALLLY  close to the bump to achieve the maximum desired effect.

Paul Mitchell Tea Tree Shampoo

Not only has the skin on my face been affected by this little bugger, but also the skin on my head. As I mentioned here, I used to be able to go days upon days before washing my hair. Now, I can barely make it to every other day. David had purchased the Tea Tree Shampoo and Conditioner a while back and I decided to give it a whirl one night. Well now I am addicted. It feels SO amazing on the scalp and literally clears out my sinuses. It has a cooling sensation which has been so welcome during these summer months and I just cannot get enough.

Lush Body Conditioner

Ever since I started using this product years ago, I knew it would be genius for a pregnant lady. I currently have a small tub of the Snow Fairy scent and I rub it all over my mid-section and hips. I feel like the added moisture is just so hydrating on my skin and will help prevent stretch marks. When I was super nauseous, I’ll admit the smell did make me kinda sick (it’s a super-sweet, candy scent) but now that I am out of that phase I am back to loving it.

Oral B Electric Toothbrush

I went to the dentist right after I found out I was pregnant and the hygienist went on and on about how teeth cleaning is so important while pregnant. I kinda wrote it off until a couple more people mentioned it to me, saying they got lots more cavities while pregnant. I get  lots of cavities as it is, and could really stand to do without more. So on Amazon Prime day, David and I bit the bullet and bought expensive electric toothbrushes. I used mine for the first time last night and MAN OH MAN do my teeth feel clean. I am also slightly dizzy from the thing rattling my brain but you know, trade offs.

That is it so far. What are/were some of your favorites while P? Let me know!


A Girl

The results are in gummy bears!

It’s a girl.

No, we did not have a gender reveal party. No confetti cannons. No balloon-filled boxes or frosting-stuffed cakes. No posts of our dog with a sign saying, “I’m going to be a big sister!” or baby clothes carefully strewn on an ironic reclaimed wood table.

We sat on the couch, read the email (we did FaceTime with my parents and sister Meg) and I spent the next 45 minutes ugly-sobbing onto David’s shoulder. Why, you ask?

Because I kinda wanted a boy.

Annnnnnnnd RELEASE THE HOUNDS! 😉 I know I am not “supposed” to say that but it is the truth.  You see, when my sister found out she was having a boy almost three years ago, there was a period of adjustment. I have two sisters, all we ever knew was girls! But when Tate Maxwell was born my heart was literally ripped out of my chest and stolen by this tiny man. We all fell so hard for him and since then, I have fancied a boy for myself. I wanted a mini-David. I wanted to call him Baby Davey until high school and have him get mad at me. I wanted him to play basketball like his Dad, or play the fiddle like his Auntie Bekah, or play Rolf in The Sound of Music, a role his mother was sorely robbed of. I wanted him to drink milk straight out of the milk jug so I could yell at him but secretly NGAF. I wanted so much for me and my boy.

But really. OF COURSE I am ecstatic to a.) have conceived a baby at all – AND – b.) have a healthy baby so far. And while a little boy was what I had on my mind before, of course all I can think about now is this little girl.

But I tend to like to think about things in terms of pros and cons.


  1. The Fam

Being my daughter means she will have unlimited access to my family. Within that group are professional musicians, Goodwill/Yard Sale aficionados, coders, an AMAZING hair  dresser, teachers and an aunt who can teach you to beat people up.

2.  24 Hour In-Home Beauty Consultation

Big zit right before the school dance? Talent show tomorrow with no planned costume? Unruly bed head every morning? Your dear mother will be there for it all and prefers to live life by the “better to arrive late than ugly” motto.

3. A Possible Upper Hand in Athletics

While I cannot guarantee coordination or a ruthless competitive nature, (she may however, get that from her father) I CAN guarantee the ankles and wherewithal to make it happen. Extra props will be given for choosing an indoor sport or of course, volleyball :).

4. The Music

What she may lack in perfect pitch, she will surely make up for in appreciation and a general enthusiasm for music of all kinds. Musicals, jazz and classical will be favored over country but most genres will at least be considered. She will however be subjected to made up songs, dance and soft-shoe routines on the fly.

5. A Sugary Diet

Both mother and father have horrendous sweet tooths meaning any offspring will hugely benefit. While a wholesome diet will be encouraged, foods such as kale, bananas, cantaloupe, sauerkraut and several other items will never be served. Name brand Pop Tarts and Snack Cakes will be regulars and a love for black licorice will be wholly supported.


  1. The Possibility of Being Freakishly Tall

While this is not certain, there is a strong possibility we’ll be dealing with an Amazon. Being one myself means that I am acutely aware of the trials and tribulations she will inevitably face. She WILL be the last person asked to dance at school socials. She WILL get asked “How’s the weather up there?”, “Do you play basketball?”, and “How tall are your parents?”. She WILL struggle with all kinds of clothing but mostly jeans, ROMPERS, full-length dresses, long-sleeved shirts and trying to convince herself that her shoes are NOT boats. I will be there for her, every step of the way. Reminding her that yes the boys will catch up to her (some girls will too!), that tall is beautiful, that she can reach things on the top shelf and all the other wonderful things about being a tall woman.

2. A Little too Much Enthusiasm

Both father and mother are pretty excitable and enthusiastic people. Depending on the personality type, this could be a good thing or a very bad thing. For example, if she is really into Fortnite I’ll be buying us matching gaming chairs and a mini-fridge of Mt. Dew. If she is into Irish step dancing I’ll perm my hair. If it’s larping, just buy me  a scraggly wizard’s beard and point me towards the forest.

3. Drama

I have been told I am a bit dramatic. I KNOW. Ridiculous accusation. Eccentric? Yes. Wildly talented? Sure. But dramatic? Surely not. If this child is exposed to any amounts of drama it will be in good fun and well-warranted. I’ll admit I do get slightly worked up in certain situations or when certain events occur. But really, don’t we all?

4. Mental Health Challenges

If being freakishly tall is not a sure thing, having issues with mental health unfortunately will be. The entire family struggles with various forms of anxiety and depression and this little angel will be no exception. She will however, have a village of mental-health advocates surrounding her and a mother who will continue to talk openly about it, try to breakdown stereotypes and encourage plenty of self care.

5. Possible Weird Physical/Personality Attributes

Physical attributes include, but are not limited to: thin hair, man shoulders, a VERY pointy chin, bad eye sight, BUNIONS (I’m so sorry), a longer second toe, bad hearing, and large nostrils. Personality attributes that are hopefully not passed down include: no sense of direction, preemptively laughing at own jokes before the punch line, over-apologizing, being HORRIBLE at math and singing wrong lyrics to popular songs. *Let’s hope to God David’s genes can take over here.

So there you have it. While the odds are definitely not in her favor in some areas, in others she will be blessed beyond measure.

It’s Baby Time

Say whaaat!?

Yes, my friends. I am with child. EW. That sounds gross. But I also do not care for the word “pregnant” or “prego” or the worst offender, “preggers”. I’d rather just say I am growing a baby or something more matter-of-factual.

And really, I do not expect you to care. When I hit 25, people’s babies starting popping up like spring tulips alllll over my socials and while my official sentiments were always something along the lines of “Congrats! What a cutie!”, inside I was like:

And also. Before you say “well that was quick”, like my sister Megan lovingly pointed out upon us telling her…Yeah! It was really quick. We were trying, but not for that long. I am about 3 months into this thing and as per usual, I plan to tell you allll about it.

But first, a disclaimer. Or rather, several disclaimers.

  1. I will not be over-sharing.

There will be absolutely no TMI anywhere near this blog. If you want that kindof thing, there is a  lady on YouTube who filmed herself having her baby IN A CREEK. So go watch that. I did.

2. I will be speaking my truth.

98% of being with child, having the thing and being it’s mom genuinely freaks me out and not in a good way. I have decently high generalized anxiety and I plan to talk about it. I am  overwhelmingly excited and happy to share love with this person, but if you are expecting a glowing, healthy-eating mother-to-be, wearing floral crowns and getting maternity pictures taken at sunset than BYE.

3. I mean no offense.

I am well versed in the mommy-shaming that goes on everywhere, all the time. I am aware that MY opinions on the subjects I may or may not decide to write about may evoke certain feelings or thoughts in others. Please know that I mean no harm, no offense, am always happy to learn and am just doing my best here guys.

So now, onto the things.

As previously stated, I have about 6 more months until this thing makes it’s grand entrance in to the world. The logistics so far have been fine. We have seen and heard a heartbeat, talked about vitamins and I had a blood draw (where I nearly passed out). I am seeing a midwife and she is wonderful. This worked out well, because my therapist recommended I use both a midwife and a doula to try and help with anxiety. Which leads me to….


After I took the two initial tests to confirm the state I thought I might be in, I was SHOCKED. See pictures for proof:

Due to my age, my sister’s difficulty in conceiving and just my dumb luck I just thought it would take me a while to conceive. Not the case. Since then, I have continued to exist in almost an out-of-body state. This whole thing has not come easy or natural to me. The app I downloaded to compare the baby to a piece of fruit each week had to be deleted. I just couldn’t look. The book my doctor gave me to read? Still sitting on the kitchen table where it will never be touched. I divert my eyes when I spot  pregnant women on the street or see a “hospital bag must-haves!” post on Pinterest. I feel paralyzed. I don’t wanna know.  My anxiety has flared up harder than a tiki torch. But luckily, I have David to lean on. I truly do not know where I would be without him. I also have my family, friends, MEIRA, medication, and weekly sessions with my therapist.

My rock.


Nausea. I started wearing Sea Bands from the get-go and whether or not it is a placebo effect…I just don’t care. I started feeling a teensy bit better when I wore them so suck it. I now have three pairs of them in both black and gray. Plus by wearing them I am always only a pair of spandex away from sweatin’ to the oldies!

My sense of smell. The lady 2 blocks away wearing one too many sprays of Shalimar…I can smell you. The 22-year-old bike courier with taco pits who just stepped off the elevator…I can smell you. Co-worker who had an onion bagel for breakfast – yesterday….I can smell you. I should really go down to the Portland Police and offer my services to sniff out drugs because… I CAN SMELL YOU.

Impatience. As of late, I do not have time for anyone or anything. Lady on the train blocking everyone from an aisle with several available seats with her giant Ikea bag filled with cat food – I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOU. Computer monitor at work that keeps flashing “cannot detect display port”, I do not have time for you! Even my own mother, telling me a story about her next door neighbor’s daughters graduation party where they rented an entire taco truck! Mom, love you. I don’t have time for you.

Acne. Not only is my forehead decorated with lovely bumps, but my skin type has also completely changed. My skin is noticeably more oily and don’t get me started on my hair. I used to be able to go 4 days between hair washings and now I am lucky to make it to every other day. I can srsly empty a can of dry shampoo in my hair and it makes no difference.

Bone Pain. My bones they are a shiftin’. Man that grosses me out. My tail bone as well as hip bones are just in a constant state of ouch. I feel like my body is being rearranged and I have no say in the matter.

I could go on and on guys. Food aversions, drippy nose, FATIGUE! You name it, I’ve got it going on. The other night, David and I planned to actually GO OUT FOR DINNER together, a rarity given all the aforementioned inflictions. I got ALL READY and then a big ol’ wave of nausea just swept over me and we had to abandon ship. I had to take off freshly applied makeup! FRESHLY. applied. Of course I first snapped a photo.

So that’s where we are. Complaining, being impatient and eating a pack of Strawberry Sour Punch Straws a day. Let’s do this thing.