Freestyle Friday: Homecoming, the Renaissance Festival, backyard s’mores, SYTYCD on tour, and a restaurant for bears

Like every family ever, we’ve had a lot going on, even when you take our crazy work schedules out of the equation. There have been all sorts of vet appointments (of course everyone needed vaccines in the same month) and doctor’s appointments (stupid lady parts), a clothing swap with ladies from work, a new screen door for the front (to replace the one Huck destroyed almost exactly a year ago), carpet cleanings, a new couch for the basement, chimney cleanings, a major garage clean-up, a fence staining (we couldn’t find time so ended up paying a guy), a major purge of the office, and soon – soon! – we’re having the rest of the wallpaper eradicated from our home and painting the rest of the rooms. As far as I can tell, this is what people in Minnesota do right before the winter. We’re all getting our houses in order so we can hunker down and survive, like squirrels burying nuts.

As summer turned to fall, we have managed to squeeze in some good stuff.

  1. First, there was the Renaissance Festival weekend. Claire managed to go on both Saturday and Sunday, once with me and Joel and then with her best friend’s family. I’m telling you, this kid seriously loves anything “old times.” Given her predilection for dressing up like Little House On The Prairie and sweeping the front steps with a straw broom, it shouldn’t surprise anyone that she started asking if we could buy her a costume on the car ride there. Remember how, at the State Fair old-timey photo experience, Claire didn’t want to wear one of the girl costumes and we both ended up being cowboys? At the Ren Fest, she started out wanting to be a Gypsy until she saw the jangling coin belts and gauzy tops. Then she wanted to be a pirate, except at the Ren Fest? Not so many pirates. She decided it would be okay to settle on a peasant girl, which is a cute look for her. Minnesota Renaissance FestivalClaire and a friend at Minnesota Renaissance Festival
  2. At some point, as the temperatures and leaves started to drop, we thought it would be a great idea to buy a fire pit for the backyard. I had one in Berkeley…that I left in Berkeley because we only used it a few times and then it sat around collecting water. We had a great time the night we sat the new one up. The dogs were THRILLED to be outside so long at night with their people. We ate s’mores, and I learned Joel doesn’t really like them, and Claire mostly just wants the chocolate. It was a perfect night to be outside, and I wish I could say we were doing it all the time. Except now, of course, the fire pit is sitting in the backyard with three inches of water in it. D’oh!Enjoying the backyard fire pit
  3. Claire has been really into helping me make dinner lately. Or, shall I say, Claire has been really into playing “fancy restaurant chefs” while I make dinner and she serves pretend soufflé and stir fry and wine to two stuffed bears and a pig. I have to give the kid credit – I only participate in the most rudimentary ways as I cook our actual dinner, and Claire keeps up the ruse with gusto. I love that she’s not sitting in the living room face-down in an iPad! And, it has to be said, she’s way better at cleaning up after a stuffed bear’s dinner than she is about our family dinners. Chef/Hostess/Server/Acrobat Sommelier never has to be told twice to take her milk glass into the kitchen. Hosting two bears and a pig
  4. Our house is about a block away from the local high school, and for the most part, we don’t hear a peep out of them. Growing up, my family lived the equivalent of about two cities blocks away from my rural high school, and we for sure heard way more noise in that house than we do here. A couple of Saturdays ago, we were setting up a video shoot with our dog walker in the backyard (more on that one day) when a drumline started rehearsing nearby. I love a good drumline! However, a drumline is very bad when you’re trying to record audio. When it became clear they weren’t going away, we shut down the shoot for the day and started investigating. Turns out, the high school homecoming parade was happening in our neighborhood. The Color Guard kicked off the whole thing in the street next to our house. We haven’t done anything community-oriented since we got here, so it was pretty cool to be able to watch the whole parade from our front yard. Claire stood next to the street with a bowl and collected a month’s worth of candy, Joel stood in the lawn with Huck, and I got way more excited than was probably necessary about the hometown event happening right in front of our eyes.Richfield High homecoming parade
  5. Last week, Claire and I went to see the So You Think You Can Dance tour. (Look at that schedule. These dancers are going to be completely, totally wiped out by the end of the tour. I’m glad we saw them early!) It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the deep emotional stirrings of fangirling, but I have to admit, I got super excited to see the dancers in person. Goose-bumpy, even. Dancers I barely paid attention to on the show – *cough* Teddy *cough* – were so much better live. I paid an ungodly sum to get floor seats at a reasonable distance from the stage, and it was worth it. Claire still had to sit on my lap to see, but we were near enough that she was totally engaged for the three hours we were in the theater, even toward the end when she was fighting to keep her eyes open. She fed off the energy of the crowd, and learned quickly how to “woo!” and clap and gasp along with everyone else. I would love, love, love to be able to get her close up at a Taylor Swift concert. It would blow her mind. (Just putting this out to the universe, because you never know who knows who.)
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Stepmonster’s first parent-teacher conference (AKA 3rd-grade math is evil)

I am incredibly lucky in my step-parenting situation, in that Claire’s mom is very supportive of my desire to be part of Claire’s life. Still, I was a little bit surprised to get a text from Joel last week inviting me to attend Claire’s parent-teacher conference, even if secretly I had been wanting to go. I felt honored, and then a little bit freaked out. What in the heck happens at a parent-teacher conference?

Claire and I discussed this at length on the way home from school.

“What if I mess it up?” I asked her. “What if I don’t do it right?”

“Amanda,” she said, “It’s not like you’re exactly learning anything. You just have to sit there and listen.”

“But what if I say the wrong thing?”

“You won’t. You won’t even have to do multiplication.”

That part, it turns out, was true. I didn’t have to do multiplication, which is a very good thing. (Lately, helping Claire with her times tables, I can’t believe how hard it is for me to remember things like 9×4.) I did, however, initially sit in the wrong seat in my haste to make myself as small and unseen as possible. I also found myself making dumb jokes in an attempt to liven up the room when we learned that Claire has been initially stumped by addition and subtraction. The teacher smiled kindly at me, but did not laugh. I’m sure Joel was wishing he hadn’t brought me.

We quickly realized why math has been troublesome: 3rd-grade math is now stupid hard and complicated.

The teacher showed us the five different methods students can use to get to the answer for addition and subtraction. The standard method – the one I up with – is now called The Old Way or something similar, and in its place are these ridiculous formulas for breaking numbers apart and putting them back together. All three of Claire’s parents stared at this worksheet in stunned silence, and then laughed uncomfortably. We have college degrees. We are all successful in our careers. And not a single one of us could figure out how in the hell to decipher these methods. How is it easier to break apart 437 and 93 and THEN add them? How is 400+30+7+90+3 easier? HOW? Are they just screwing with us?

You know those contests, where the ice cream parlor or whatever puts a bunch of gumdrops in a jar, and the person who guesses closest as to the number of gumballs wins free ice cream for life? Last school year, Joel was doing a shoot for Cheerios in our kitchen and Claire was his hand model. The food stylist was going through a giant pan of Cheerios with tweezers to find the EXACT RIGHT ONES, and Claire was obsessed with guessing how many Cheerios were in the pan. Turns out, she was already doing 3rd-grade math. Because estimation is another method. If you round 437 up to 440 and 93 down to 90 and then add 440 and 90 and then subtract 3 and add 3 you will also end up with the right answer. Because 8 year olds are, I guess, good at holding all those rules and numbers in their heads? At 39, I can barely follow the logic.

Counting Cheerios is like doing math

I have friends who are teachers and other friends with kids in elementary school, so I know we are not alone in this sentiment. Modern math has, apparently, stumped an entire generation of parents. The teacher, to her credit, admitted that it could be confusing and assured us that Claire could do math The Old Way as long as she got the right number.

I just.

You guys.

By the end of the year, Claire is going to be learning fractions. I can barely remember anything about fractions, except that it’s the one with the common denominator thing. As a kid, fractions and I did not get along. As an adult, I usually only encounter them in cooking, and otherwise convert everything to percentages in my head. If they’re teaching fractions in six different illogical ways, I’m going to have to get my own homework tutor just to help Claire with hers.

I am in danger of failing 3rd-grade math, which is a new low for me.

I said as much during the parent-teacher conference and later regretted it. I most certainly do not need to get Claire pre-worrying about fractions or the difficulty of future math problems. Math is already not her favorite. She doesn’t need me validating those feelings with my own pent-up angst about getting a D in Algebra II.

The rest of the conference went off without a hitch. Claire is a great kid, well-liked by her peers and always willing to be helpful. She is curious and asks questions. She shows enthusiasm for new things. She’s awesome. No wonder I like her so much.

Besides expressing my dismay at the math, I sat quietly and didn’t ask questions. I was proud to have a seat at the table, but also not quite confident enough to be part of the conversation. And though the ice was broken by our shared abhorrence at New Math, I felt a bit like an interloper. I imagine next time will be easier.

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The one about weight

A couple of weeks ago, Joel and I were taking pictures for my September Stitchfix post and it was not going well. I rejected photo after photo. Nothing could satisfy me. I felt slouchy and schlumpy and puffy. At the end of the shoot, half of the pictures featured me looking down, hair falling forward to obscure my expression. The others caught me frowning or half-smirking. Joel handed off the camera with a look of defeat, without comment.

When I look at pictures of myself these days, all I can see are the 10-odd pounds I have gained since moving to Minneapolis – all in my face. It doesn’t help that I’m closing in on 40 and my face is sliding downwards toward the unavoidable jowls of both my mother and grandmother. But it’s the weight, really, that bothers me.

Pick-me-up photos for days when I'm feeling hefty

Every now and then when I’m taking outfit pictures for Instagram, I take an extra photo or two to remind myself that I’m not overweight. I might be OVER MY PREFERRED WEIGHT, but in general, clothing still fits and looks pretty good on me. I keep these pictures in my phone for days when I’m feeling particularly bulky. They remind me to put things into perspective, at least as much as one can when one is having a body-image meltdown.

Here’s the truth about me: In 2007 I got on the scale at a doctor’s office and it said 181. It had been a long time since I’d been on a scale, and I had no idea I weighed that much. I have always been curvy, and curves hide a lot. I signed up for Weight Watchers online that very day, and between May and December of that year I lost 42 pounds. At my absolute lowest I weighed 139, which was, frankly, too light for my frame. I settled in at about 145.

At 5’8 and 145 pounds, I could suddenly wear almost anything I wanted. I was pretty reliably a size 6-8, and it opened up the magical world of vintage clothing – before, I had been too heavy to fit into vintage without really hunting. Now, I could go into any store and walk out with gorgeous pieces. For the first time in my life I started really defining my own style. I had always been particular about certain pieces, but in the year that followed my weight loss I became addicted to unexpected color and vibrant patterns and lush fabrics and the perfect fit.

Statistically, I was bound to gain back some of the weight. Eighty percent of people do. We start eating normal meals again, fewer Lean Cuisines and more foie gras. We lapse in our food journals. We have sports injuries and surgery and illnesses and go through divorces and lose friends and start new relationships and move across the country where we experience winter for the first time in 12 years.

So it’s not shocking that I’ve gained weight in the last six years. In fact I’ve gained back half. Because of my aforementioned curves, almost all my clothing still fits, but I see that weight every time I look in the mirror.

I have tried half-heartedly to get rid of it. I jumped back into Weight Watchers for a few months, and then for a brief period of time I used MyFitnessPal to track food and exercise. I bought another FitBit to make sure I wasn’t being too sedentary. I tried to limit dessert to the weekends. For one glorious month I worked out at least a little bit every day. (It helped that Joel was traveling a lot, so I was only beholden to myself in the evenings.)

The scale hasn’t budged. Even on my very best weeks when I am doing everything right, it just sits there. When I look at myself in the mirror, naked, I see all the extra me.

I first mentioned this back in August, following a total meltdown on poor Joel, who is naturally thin and can eat whatever his sweet-tooth’s heart desires without ballooning up. That particular discussion happened after he promised Claire we’d go out for ice cream – again – and I realized that I was eating a lot of not-great foods to keep up with them, feeling like I’d be a buzzkill if I declined dessert. Since then, I’ve taken to tossing out off-hand comments about being “fat,” which exasperates Joel. He thinks I am perfect as-is. I feel anything but perfect.

I never, ever talk about this stuff in front of Claire. My weight issues are not her issues, and I am not naïve enough to believe she is not already very aware of how size matters in our screwed-up world. At our house, we are not allowed to talk about how skinny she is. We compliment her on her height and strength and the callouses she gets from the monkey bars. She’s going to have body image issues on her own soon enough, but I don’t want her to get them from me.

Over the last months I’ve been undergoing a lot of tests to figure out why my ladyparts are malfunctioning. I’m going to a new doctor at an actual reproductive clinic and unlike last time, I feel like we will eventually get somewhere. (For family reading this, all signs point to nothing serious, so please don’t pre-worry.) Since hormones can greatly contribute to weight gain, I’m calling this phase one. Phase two involves a nutritionist, because I am done trying to guess how to best feed myself – and, also, it’s entirely possible that my own perception of what I should weigh is the wrong one, so I’m looking forward to talking to someone about that, too.

Like so many weight-worriers before me, I mostly just want to look in the mirror and be happy with what I see. I’m not trying to impress Joel or anyone else. And I want to know that I’m healthy, that going into middle age (WOAH) I’m doing pretty good, eating the right things, maintaining my bone density and muscle tone, all that stuff. I want to be a role model for Claire, not the overly sensitive person I am right now.

So, this is me, just putting it out there. I’m not super pleased with myself right now, and I have a vague plan to figure out what it might look like to change that. I have zero goals beyond understanding what it looks like to be healthy. I’m trying to let that be enough, for now.

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REVIEW: September Stitchfix (and a rant)

Last month I didn’t post about my Stitchfix. In fact, I didn’t even photograph it. I tried everything on in a huff and promptly shipped it back, and then fired off a sternly worded letter.

You see, last month I got four pieces of clothing – two tops and two dresses – and one necklace. The necklace was okay, and I might have even liked it had I not been so annoyed by the clothes. Every single piece had a wrap front. Every. Single. Piece. Three of them were so low that when I tried them on you could see my bra at the point of the vee where the fabric crossed over. The other piece had a very high neckline, but because of the draping of the wrap front, it added about 20 pounds to my torso.

Maybe you’re thinking, “Um, so what? Wrap fronts aren’t the devil?” But you would be wrong. When you have a large chest, like I do, wrap fronts are the devil 99% of the time. This is why I have sent back every single wrap top Stitchfix has ever sent me, and why I have repeatedly told them to stop sending them. So why, why, why would they send me FOUR OF THEM IN ONE BOX. (And don’t even get me started on how all four pieces were brands I have repeatedly asked them not to send, because they are always too short-waisted or just too damn short.)

So. I sent a letter. In it, I mentioned that I’ve been getting Stitchfix for well over a year, that I always send very detailed feedback, and that I regularly blog about my preferences. In fact, Stitchfix has featured me on its blog twice. I reiterated my measurements and body type and confirmed that the sizes in my profile were correct. About 24 hours later I got a very nice email which is most assuredly the same one they send any time they get a complaint about the stylists not paying attention to preferences. In that letter I was told that a) I should consider going up a size, b) it sometimes takes a couple of months for the stylists to find a groove with a new customer, and c) it’s helpful to leave detailed feedback on each Fix.

I was furious. When asked to rate my customer service experience, I gave them a very low score and sent another note to say how they had once again proven they didn’t pay attention to feedback. They have never responded to this one. I went to Type-A Parent conference and told anyone who could listen how annoyed I was, how I had always stuck up for Stitchfix whenever anyone asked me how they could possibly pick the right things. In fact, I defended them in this blog entry right here.

And yet, I didn’t cancel. I went ahead and had my September Fix shipped. And I ended up buying all the pieces. Damn you, Stitchfix. DAMN YOU!

I did not purchase all the pieces without reservation, however. I found myself in one of those situations where it was actually cheaper to keep all the pieces – because of the 20% discount you get for doing so – than to send any of the pieces back. And, in fact, one of the pieces I bought I sold to a friend because it wasn’t right for me.

Market and Spruce Chloe chevon-striped maxi skirt

Here is that piece, the Market and Spruce Chloe chevron-striped maxi skirt. What you can’t quite tell from this picture is that it’s pulled up about two inches above my waist, I’m wearing four-inch heels, and it’s still dragging on the ground in back. Had it been about six inches shorter, I might have kept it. Instead, I passed it on to my friend Lizz who is wonderfully tall.

41Hawthorn Wrenn V-Neck Jersey Top and DL1961 Kenny Tall Straight Leg Jeans

These are the only two pieces I would have bought, had the discount not made it silly not to keep it all. The jersey of this 41Hawthorn Wrenn top is super soft, I love the color, and while it’s not normally a neckline I try, it works. It should be good for layering under all the chunky vintage cardigans I plan on buying for winter.

And the DL1961 Kenny jeans. The jeans! These are the most expensive jeans I’ve ever bought, and they’re worth every penny. I am heartbroken that DL1961 doesn’t seem to have this cut available on its website, because I would buy another pair right now. Why are they so good? Look:

DL1961 Kenny Tall Straight Leg Jeans

They are slim without being skintight. They are mid-rise without being mom jeans. And my ass looks fabulous. Who wouldn’t want a dozen pair?

All that said, after wearing them a couple of times they’re a wee bit saggy. They do have four-way stretch, and they were a 30 waist, which is too big to start. I know they’ll tighten right back up after a wash, though, and they’re not annoying saggy. They’re still better than any pair of jeans I owned before.

Skies are Blue Sia Floral Embroidery Peasant Blouse

I would have sent this top back for a couple of reasons. First, as you can see here, it’s a bit see-through. Ya’ll know how I feel about that. I will for sure have to wear a camisole under this, and I don’t own a nude one. Second, the embroidery is in a weird pattern/spot for my shape. If I stand up really straight, my chest bows the print backwards. Joel didn’t feel that was a big deal, or even that it was as noticeable as I at first thought. The fabric is soft and it wears effortlessly, so I’m looking forward to having it around for fall.

La Made Jasmine Scoop-Neck Striped Sweater

This would have also gone back, not because it’s not okay, but because it’s JUST okay. It’s a very thin knit, which doesn’t do much in a Minneapolis winter, and until I looked at this picture I felt the stripes were unflattering. Now that I see it from this perspective, though, it’s kind of good, right? I’m wearing it under a pair of overalls right now and it’s working out great.

Lisa Lehmann Horseshoe Necklace

This necklace did not come in Stitchfix, but I’ve been looking for a horseshoe for a really long time and I was thrilled to find this one at the Type-A community bizarre. The designer is Lisa Lehmann, and she has a lot of super cool things for sale on her website.

For now, I’m going to continue to get Stitchfix each month. I am hoping that I will get better pieces as a result of contacting customer service – surely there’s a note in my file – and I get too much joy out of it to quit. However, I won’t be recommending it without reservations anymore.

 

July Stitchfix

April Stitchfix

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Freestyle Friday: Self-realization, cocktail attire, vintage capes, vegetables, and the love of Taylor Swift

Ladies and Gentlemen! I have officially hit the blogger milestone where I realize that if I always wait for fully-realized posts to magically appear, I will never hit “publish.” So, like all bloggers before me, I’m going to try to put all the snippets I can’t quite turn into full posts into a single entry each Friday. Don’t hate me for being a joiner, m’kay?

Wearing Gene Shelly at the AICP Awards in Minneapolis

  1. A few weeks ago Joel told me his company had gotten tickets to some fancy awards thing and promised I’d be able to wear a cocktail dress. For someone who has dozens – literally, dozens – of vintage cocktail dresses, this last part was super important in my agreeing to attend. (As an aside, when will I have a lifestyle that will allow me to wear them all? WHEN?) So I got super excited, and then the night of the event came, and he downgraded the event to “well, people are going to be coming from work, so it won’t be super fancy.” Screw that. Just because everyone else thought it was okay to wear skinny jeans doesn’t mean it’s right. It’s also not how I roll. We bailed after the very un-fancy cocktail party, but I still wore this 1950s/60s Gene Shelly beaded dress and carried a fabulous vintage Lucite bag. Usually Joel is pretty good about taking my picture when I ask, but he was feeling feisty that night and got frustrated by my need to have it turn out just right. I’m pretty sure this picture happened immediately after I said, “I don’t want a tree growing out of my head.” The pic isn’t even that great, but I’m sort of posting it out of spite. (P.S. Geez Louise! My legs are very, very pale.)
  2. Speaking of being fancy. Last week we were all standing around the coffee maker watching coffee brew (fascinating) when Cooper started barking and Joel said, “If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the last year, it’s that Cooper likes to bark.” He then looked at Claire, who was sitting on the floor inexplicably taking 20 minutes to tie to her sneakers, and said, “And Claire likes to lollygag.” Claire looked at me and said, “And Amanda likes to be fancy.” I was wearing a skirt, I think, or a dress, like I have every day this summer. “And what else do we know about me?” she asked. “What?” Joel and I asked. “I don’t like to be fancy.” And that, my friends, pretty much sums up the difference between me and Claire when it comes to fashion.
  3. The last thing I need to be buying is a fancy (there’s that word again) cape that can only be worn on the occasion of Joel being nominated for an Oscar, but if I had a spare $350 I would already own this yellow silk velvet beauty from the 20s. It’s too pretty to live its life in an archival garment bag in my basement, but in case any of you come into a massive amount of money you know what to get me.
  4. Speaking of vintage, I recently went to the Type-A Parent Conference where people were really lovely about listening to the elevator pitch about The Befuddled Stepmonster but mostly just wanted to talk about what I was wearing. Which was, every day, a different wonderful vintage day dress from my collection. I haven’t yet figured out how to incorporate my vintage into the blog, but after the conference it was pretty clear I need to. While I noodle it, you can always get a (nearly) daily dose of it on Instagram. It’s almost winter in Minnesota so there will also be pitbulls in sweaters from that account, if that’s more your speed.
  5. It entirely possible that my own enthusiasm for Taylor Swift’s new song, “Shake It Off,” will result in Claire not liking it at all. This morning in the car on the way to school I heard the opening refrain and got excited. Like, maybe excited to an embarrassing degree? “Have you heard this song?” I asked her. “You will love it. It’s so good. So catchy!” And while she gamely tried to sing along to the first verse, somewhere in the middle I noticed she was instead playing with a woman she made out of a stick and a leaf, and not listening to Taylor Swift at all. It’s possible my heart broke, just a little. I imagine this will be a string of things Claire doesn’t like because I like it, although it’s also possible she just wanted to play with the stick-girl and will totally get on the T-Swift bandwagon by the next commute.
  6. I know I am not alone when I say my least favorite part of feeding my family is the vegetables. We each have a fruit smoothie for breakfast almost every day, with carefully hidden kale/spinach inside, but once we move into the day I am complete rubbish at veggies. I’d love to just put some starch and protein on the plate and call it a day, but the guilt. Oh, the guilt! Tell me, Internet. How do you get veggies on the plate at every meal in a way that is tasty and doesn’t take forever? There is only so much broccoli I can steam, so many bell peppers I can sautee, so many green beans I can cook in the bag. (I don’t eat tomatoes or mushrooms, Claire doesn’t like corn or peas – unless hidden in something else, and Joel won’t say it but he doesn’t really like any veggies at all unless they’re in a salad with blue cheese and/or covered in a sauce – honey don’t protest, you know it’s true and I love you anyway.)
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Classic rock and corn dogs*

We bought tickets to see Journey at the Minnesota State Fair from my phone on a grassy hill at Claire’s birthday party. This was meant to be our only foray into the “big Minnesota get together,” or whatever folks call it. As you know, we ended up going twice.

For the second trip, we had five goals:

  1. Eat a steak sandwich (Joel)
  2. Eat a funnel cake (me)
  3. Ride the Skyflyer (me)
  4. Ride the ski lift tram thing (me)
  5. Get our Journey on with Arnel and those other guys (both)

We accomplished four out of five! No one else was very excited about the sky tram, so we skipped it. Next year I’m going to insist, because it’s one of the only ways to get out of the crowds and relax.

Sausage by Cynthia at Minnesota State Fair

We rode the Skyflyer first and both felt super queasy after. It doesn’t even go that fast! I think it’s the angle at which you’re spinning around, sort of under and over the horizon at the same time. Somehow it seemed right to use these sausages to settle our stomachs, which might seem like an odd choice, but it worked. This sampler included the wild rice with jalapeno and cheese, the Tuscan (with mozzarella) and the Swedish (with potatoes). Maybe it’s another sign that I’m a real Minnesotan now, ’cause the wild rice sausage was my favorite.

Minneapple Apple Pie at Minnesota State Fair

The pumpkin pie was so good, we went back to Minneapple Pie and tried the apple.  I was expecting the filling to be gooier, and this one was surprisingly dry. Nothing was wrong with it, per se – the apples were tender, the crust/ice cream were still delicious – but the pumpkin pie wins for me by a mile. If my grandma’s pie recipe weren’t so good, I’d consider driving out of the way to go eat it.

Frozen apple cider at the Minnesota State Fair

Andrew Zimmern’s yearly list of foods to try at the fair took us to the horticulture building, where we got these frozen apple cider pops. There’s nothing in there but fresh apple cider, and it was only $1.25 a pop. That, my friends, is a DEAL. (The Minneapple pies were $6 each with a scoop.) It was perfect on a hot day, and made me crave fall and apple cider donuts.

Dahlias at the Minnesota State Fair

I am so, so glad we went to the horticulture building, because there was an entire room full of prized dahlias. Dahlias! I didn’t even know how much I loved them until I was in a room of them. Each and every one was simply stunning, but I loved the pink ones with yellow-orange centers the best. If you’re ever sending me flowers (hello, Joel!), please send dahlias.

Milkshakes at the Minnesota State Fair

I’ve never been much into milkshakes, but they’re a favorite of Joel’s and his brother (seen here in his Befuddled Stepmonster debut) was dying to try one of the new fruit flavors. I dunno. They got these at a stand in the side of the cattle barn, which signals that the milk is really fresh. I’m pretty sure it was just Clover out of the gallon jug, and Joel’s vanilla tasted pretty standard to me.

Sweet Martha's Cookie Jar at Minnesota State Fair

Okay. We need to talk about these Sweet Martha’s cookies. Sure, they are freshly baked on the premises (from dough you can buy at the grocery store). And sure, you can buy a giant tub of them with a handle and carry it around all day eating cookies until you burst. Yes, they serve milk, which is a very good thing. However. People wait in line for these cookies forEVER and they cause major traffic jams. On the first day we went, we passed by this exact same location on our way out of the fairgrounds. The crowd was easily triple, and it took us 15 minutes to get through it.

It’s just cookies, people. Can it really be worth the wait? And, let’s be honest, do people really need to be eating a bucket of cookies? IT’S A GIANT BUCKET. When we passed by after the Journey concert there was still a giant line, and they had run out of buckets. I thought someone was going to set the building on fire in protest, and I’m only sort of kidding.

Steak sandwich at Minnesota State Fair

Joel started planning how we would eat this steak sandwich for dinner before the concert about 10 minutes after we bought the tickets. It’s a pretty good steak sandwich, as these things go. There’s onions, peppers, cheese sauce from a can (I’m just guessing) and a giant pile of meat on a super soft bun. All things considered, I’d rather have eaten another corndog, but only because I can make a better steak sammie at home. I followed this with a roasted corn chaser, but ya’ll have already seen that.

Funnel cake at the Minnesota State Fair

In my opinion, a fair just isn’t a fair without a funnel cake. At the end of the day, they aren’t even that delicious, but I always had them as a kid and I always get them now. Truthfully, this one was sort of mediocre. If Joel’s brother hadn’t helped, we would have thrown half of it away. I’m sure I’ll still get one next year.

Me at Joel at the Journey concert at the Minnesota State Fair

We bought the best available tickets for the Journey concert, but didn’t pay attention to the seating chart, so we were all sort of surprised when we got there and walked up and up and up and up to the very last row of the sold-out show. Thank goodness for jumbotrons.

Grandstand at the Minnesota State Fair

You would think that the view from the top of the grandstand at night would be spectacular, but aside from the marquee itself, it was pretty underwhelming. The grandstand is situated to the side of the midway, so we couldn’t really see the rides at night, and as things started shutting down it was barren beneath our seats.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been a music critic, so about the concert I will only say this: there are a lot of guitar solos in a Journey concert. Depending on your feelings about guitar solos, that’s either a positive or a negative. For me? It was a lot of guitar solos.

The true bummer about the whole evening was that we were unable to see the giant fireworks display at the end of the concert. Our seats were so high that the fireworks were above the roof on the grandstand, and there were so many people between us and the lower levels that we all sat there forlornly craning our necks. At the last moment we ran down and caught the finale, which was cold comfort.

On the way to the car, we stopped for one last cream puff. They had run out of whipped cream right before we got there, so we stood outside the stand and watched them dump gallons of cream into a giant Hobart mixer. If possible, the second cream puff was more creamy than the last, enough cream for a family to share and be satisfied. And that’s what the fair is about, right? Creamy, indulgent, excess. Yum.

*To be clear, we didn’t consume any corn dogs on this day, but the title was too good to pass up. My apologies for getting up your hopes about hot dogs and fried cornbread on a stick.

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The big stuff

Claire and I had a couple of days all to ourselves this week while Joel traveled. Though I always worry if she’s going to be bummed out that she’s stuck with me when he’s not here, we had a great time. The first night we curled up on the couch and watched So You Think You Can Dance – we still haven’t seen the finale, so shhhhhh – and the second night we went out to dinner with my friend Erin and her twin six-year-old girls. Claire is just enough older that she feels responsible for big sistering them, and Erin and I are both grateful that they get along well enough that we can just sit back and have friend time when we’re all together.

There were many moments of silliness in those two days. We played a rhyming game over dinner one night. We looked at pictures of antique beds and “old times” people on Google images. Poor Cooper was wrapped in more than one winter scarf.

Cooper the pitbull in a winter scarf

Not that I think he minds all that much. He didn’t even protest the sunglasses she made him wear right after this. (Photo on Instagram, if you’re dying to see a pitbull in sunglasses.)

In between all the fun, though, were some very sobering moments. Some, “holy crap this kid is too young to be thinking about these things what in the heck am I supposed to say” sorts of things. “Amanda,” she would say, more tentative than the times she wants to make me choose between, like, bananas and grasshoppers as my favorite snack. Each and every time I reply “Yes, Claire?” And when it’s serious she starts the sentence with “welllllll…I was just wondering…” and then out comes something new and very serious she’s wrestling with.

Last week our sweet male cat Toby had a urinary obstruction that led to hospitalization. When he got home, he spent a lot of time licking his junk, which was probably sore from the catheter. Toby licking his junk spurred a lot of talk about male/female anatomy. Claire doesn’t like to have these conversations with Joel in the room, so she’ll find me wherever I am, close the door, and ask me questions until she’s embarrassed and runs away.

In addition to lady parts and boy parts, in the last seven days we have also talked about:

  • Whether or not it’s okay to get homesick when you’re at a sleepover.
  • Whether or not it’s okay to have one best friend that is more of a best friend than other people, even if you only see that best friend at recess and are worried she won’t always be your best friend.
  • How sad it is that some people cannot afford houses and don’t have family or friends to help.
  • How sad it is that some people with differently colored skin don’t have the same advantages as us.
  • How sad it is that some places don’t have enough water and how droughts kill animals and plants.
  • How sad it is, sometimes, to watch people cut up meat, because we think about how it used to be an animal and killing animals is sad, and maybe it would be okay to be a vegetarian if only we didn’t have to give up salami.

You guys, that’s a lot of -isms to cover in a short period of time. My guess is that the entire third grade is struggling with these things right now, and I want Claire to be able to ask me anything, even if it makes me squirm. I definitely don’t want her learning about racism from another eight year old, you know? But I’m also super sensitive about the fact that she’s only eight. I want to always tell her the truth, but there’s only so much truth you can ingest at that age.

I’m in completely new territory and am definitely muddling through. Any stories you want to share about your own experiences are very, very welcome!

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No summer is complete without the Minnesota State Fair (or so they say)

Around these parts, the State Fair is a Big Deal.

You know this is true even if you don’t live in Minnesota, because it is impossible to exist in social media without coming across the much-heralded list of new (fried) foods to eat, followed by dozens of pictures of people eating said foods. It’s also likely that you’ve heard of Princess Kay of the Milky Way, even if you didn’t know her name. She’s the one carved out of butter.

I first went to the State Fair with Joel and Claire a couple of years ago, before I had even agreed to move here. I ate fried cheese curds for the first time – scalding, greasy, salty, delicious – and marveled at the all-you-can-drink milk for $1. Plain or chocolate! It’s a real steal! Claire was at an age where she got bored easily, begged for us to buy inflatable toys/stuffed animals, and got flustered at the crowds. We lasted about two hours, at which time the skies cracked open and poured on us for 10 minutes before the sun emerged and everything was muggy and stifling once more.

No experience including a Fair-fried corndog could possibly be terrible, but I don’t remember it being an especially fun time.

I have never been much of a fair person. I grew up in Springfield, Mo,  and they had a decently sized one, but all I remember about it is that it was too expensive for us to go – at least, if we wanted to eat all the foods and ride all the rides. Speaking of rides, I don’t really do them. I’m scared of heights, get motion sickness easily, and don’t trust an apparatus that gets taken apart and reassembled dozens of times in a summer by people working for minimum wage. Also, I get annoyed in crowds and don’t like to be hot. So. You can see why fairs and I aren’t on great terms.

This year, we bought tickets to see Joan Jett and Journey at the grandstand on the last night, a Monday. Our initial plan was to arrive a couple of hours early to eat nasty-yummy foods and then go to the concert. But then Miss Claire intervened. Suddenly, she was DESPERATE to go to the State Fair. So we got roped into going on Saturday, too.

Minnesota State Fair crowd

This particular Saturday happened to be a record-breaking day for attendance. More than 252,000 people were at the fairgrounds that day, and let me tell you, by the time we left in the late afternoon it felt like we had shoved past every single one of those people in order to get down the street. Luckily, we arrived at 10AM and parked in University of Minnesota parking several blocks away. We had maybe an hour of enjoyable fair time before the masses started arriving and we didn’t get stuck in a traffic jam like Claire’s poor mom, who sat in traffic trying to park for an hour around noon.

Our primary objective was to eat. Well, that was mine and Joel’s priority. Claire’s priority was to go on the giant slide, which she did later after meeting up with her mom.

Blue Barn Blue Cheese & Corn Fritz

We started our day off with Blue Cheese & Corn Fritz from the Blue Barn. When I was a kid, my mom used to make the most amazing corn fritters, but hers never had blue cheese in them. Turns out, the blue cheese is EVERYTHING. This is probably the most delicious thing I ate at the fair on both days we went. According to this article, these fritters are supposed to be a staple on the menu of this chain of restaurants. I’ll be damned if I could find them on any of the menus, though. I’d definitely drive out of my way to eat them.

Minnesota State Fair Cream Puffs

Next up: cream puffs. I would personally never give these a second glance, but Joel has a serious whipped cream problem, and these are about 15% pastry/85% fresh made whipped cream. There is so much whipped cream that it’s impossible to eat without making a mess, as seen here. Claire and I both had a bite or two, but Joel took most of this down on his own. (He also ate one after the Journey concert on Monday night.)

Minnesota State Fair old times picture

Claire spends most of her playtime with friends dressing up like she’s an extra on Little House On The Prairie, so as soon as I saw the old-timey picture booth, I knew we had to do it. The problem was that all the girl costumes were super girly. The options were Victorian (with giant feathered hats and satin gowns), Civil War (with an odd lace parasol), Western (saloon girls), Formal Western (like Victorian with different hats), and Roaring 20s (flappers). Claire didn’t really like any of those girl costumes, so we decided we would all be outlaws.

Real quick, we were in line behind a woman and her daughter, both in the saloon girl costumes. When Claire was dressed, the little girl – probably about Claire’s age – turned to Claire and said, “I look pretty, not silly.” I was so taken aback that I just pulled Claire away. Little girls are so mean!

Anyway, we had so much fun doing this. It’s stupid expensive to get prints, and they have a total racket going on “accidentally” printing extras that they’ll sell to you for a “reduced price,” but it was worth every penny. Claire was really into making sure we all did the non-smiling old-timey pose. Look at her face! I was so amused I at least had to smirk, which Joel says makes me look like I’m very pleased with my wacky family.

Minnesota State Fair Corn Dogs

No fair would be complete without a corn dog. I love corn dogs! And though you can’t tell from this picture, these are gigantic. Eighteen inches, I think. It’s so much corn dog that even I, a corn dog enthusiast, had to abandon the cornbread wrapper toward the end in favor of eating the naked hot dog. Claire ate all of hers.

Minnesota State Fair kids bungee jumper

And after she ate that corn dog, Claire went on this bungee jumping thing. It was probably a blessing that we had a 20ish minute wait before her turn, as I was honestly fearful of her losing that corn dog all over the trampoline. Because she’s so skinny, Claire was in line with a bunch of much younger kids. They all kind of pussed out with the jumping, but Claire wasn’t afraid to really get up there. (She was too afraid to do the backflip she was bragging about, but who can blame her?)

Minnesota State Fair goat barn

By the time Claire got off the bungee jumper, the crowds were starting to get crazy on the midway. We hightailed it out of there and went to see the livestock. I was never in FFA, but I have always admired how handsome all the animals looked at the fair and feel a little regret that I never asked my parents to let me raise something all on my own when I was a kid. (Sporadically feeding the cows you named after the meals we would eat them for doesn’t count, mom.) After several failed attempts at petting nervous horses, Claire found a friend in this fine looking little goat.

Minnesota State Fair orange cream soda

I would normally never drink anything this orange, but I am a sucker for an old-fashioned soda and extra fond of the orange cream variety. We met up with Claire’s mom at the goat barn and conducted a kid handover, so Joel and I got to roam around a bit by ourselves. All that walking makes a girl thirsty, so our first stop was Spring Grove Soda. Our second stop involved getting a water, because nothing this sugary can ever quench your thirst.

Minnesota State Fair Minneapple Pie

How stinkin’ cute is this Minneapple Pie stand? It was easily the most adorable structure at the fair, and even if Andrew Zimmern hadn’t told us to eat one of these hand pies, I would have eaten anything with such good branding after all the other garishness I had seen all day.

Minnesota State Fair Minneapple pumpkin pie

Joel and I both opted for the pumpkin pie with vanilla ice cream. The pie was hot and crispy and totally delicious, and I’m not going to lie, we went back to Minneapple Pie on Monday to try the apple. (Pic of that in the next post.) I’ll definitely be looking for Kemp’s cinnamon ice cream next time I’m at the store. I bet it would be delicious on chocolate pecan pie for Thanksgiving!

Minnesota State Fair corn on the cob

I have learned that no one in my family loves roasted corn on the cob as much as I do. I love it a lot, and getting a freshly charred, buttered, salted ear is one of the other positive things I remembered from my first visit to the Minnesota State Fair. I insisted on getting one this trip, and it was just as good as I remembered. We found a seat on a ledge right next to the stand, so close that ash from the fire rained down on our heads as we ate. I also ate this again on Monday. (And let me just point out, I had corn on the cob twice and my darling man had the cream puff twice. That pretty much sums up how we eat at our house, even if I do also have a sweet tooth.)

Minnesota State Fair photo booth

Around 3:30PM, the crowds became so terrible that everything moved at a snail’s pace. The morning cloud cover gave way to a blistering sun, and after learning that the wait for the Skyway across the fairgrounds was at least 45 minutes, Joel and I gave up and began the slow slog back to the car. At the last minute I spied a string of photo booths in an open-air arcade, and we slipped in for one last picture.

Just two days later we were back for more food and some fine classic rock, but that’s another post.

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The time I was of advanced maternal age

Without getting all TMI on you guys, my ladyparts have been malfunctioning a bit lately.

Nothing too alarming, but my cycle is all out of whack and I’m having some funky PMS symptoms that are either different or worse than I’ve ever had before. As Joel pointed out to me – smugly – this week, I’m terrible about making doctor’s appointments. I wasn’t always this way, but over the last decade I’ve wasted a lot of time in doctor’s offices only to learn there’s nothing to be done about my cold/flu/illness, and been given a lot of medication that either didn’t do anything at all or made me feel worse. So when it comes to lady problems, I just assume the doctor will be all “them’s the breaks!” and send me on my way.

However, after the fourth straight month of everything being ALL WRONG, I bit the bullet and set about finding a new OBGYN. I can’t even get into how frustrating that was, how I got referrals from friends for doctors that were covered by my insurance but couldn’t see me until Christmas and how I ended up at a clinic between a Dollar General and a Marshall’s. Modern healthcare, folks. The end result is that I did end up in front of a doctor (in said clinic that was like a depressing version of Keystone Cops), and the first thing she did was tell me that I am of “advanced maternal age” and that if I want to have babies it will a) be hard, b) be potentially dangerous for me and my potential offspring and c) I HAVE TO START RIGHT NOW OR ALL HOPE IS LOST.

Now.

I’d like to believe I am fairly intelligent, and I am also very Internet literate. At the first sound (several years ago) of my biological clock clanging away, I started looking into the stats behind having a baby at my age. Once Joel and Claire happened, and I realized that maybe one day I might want a child of my own, I started paying even more attention. I’ve read all the facts and figures and success stories and horror stories and forums on BabyCenter & etc. I also know that every woman is different, and there is no telling what it would be like for me. I also also know that having wacky periods isn’t great for future babymaking so, yes, I was planning to ask the doctor for advice on things to think about.

But.

Man.

I was not expecting the barrage of Very Serious Things to come flying at me. I was not expecting my entire appointment – which truly was about these weird periods and awful PMS – to become all about my fertility. I was not expecting strange advice from overly familiar nurses and weird tension about peeing in a cup to get a pregnancy test that I knew would prove false because, hello, I’ve had 10 periods in three months.

Prior to this appointment I was mildly concerned that I had missed my childbearing window. Suddenly, something that seemed like a nice-to-have now feels like a Very High Priority. “RED ALERT! Try to have babies now or perish!”

It feels so unfair that there’s all this pressure on us, when Joel and I have only had 10 months living in the same state. Now, on top of making decisions about what color to paint the bathroom we have to think about how seriously we want to consider children together. It’s our decision, of course, and we can choose to slough off the pressure and take our time. But it sucks that the pressure even exists in the first place.

P.S. For the record, Miss Claire has shown a lot of positive feelings about a new baby. For the first few months we lived in our house, she told everyone the upstairs spare bedroom was the baby’s room, and she’s asked me half a dozen times if I want to have a baby, and when I’m going to decide. I’m sure that her interest, like mine and Joel’s, is just a theory. When it comes right down to having a new baby (or not having one), my guess is that our feelings won’t be so cut and dried.

 

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REVIEW: Birchbox (the summer edition)

Lest anyone worry that I’ve given up my obsession with monthly subscription services, let me put your minds at ease and say that isn’t the case. Rather, I got a wee bit overwhelmed back in the days of the kitchen remodel and let things pile up. And since I don’t think it’s useful to anyone to simply post what I got without being able to give a truthful review of it, I’ve held back until now to give you the scoop.

Sure, I could drag this out in three posts, but that would just delay us further. Let’s face it, August is almost OVER people. I need to get this out of my queue so I’m ready for all the stuff that will show up in September! (Sigh. September means another Minneapolis winter is just around the corner, and I am SO NOT PREPARED.)

When you look at three months of Birchbox all in one place, it’s kind of amazing. Look at all these products I’ve tried! All these new brands of which I’m now aware! If there was ever any doubt about why it’s addicting to get these boxes in the mail every month, feast your eye on these fun things.

June Birchbox

This is the June Birchbox. It included:

  • Supergoop! Everyday sunscreen SPF 30. Birchbox sure does love themselves some Supergoop! products. How many times have they put it in my box? Half a dozen? I’m pretty sure I’ve given it a so-so review every time, and I didn’t even use this tube before putting it in the reject box. My skin is too weird about sunscreen.
  • Liz Earle Cleanse & Polish Hot Cloth Cleanser. I’m really into the idea of a face cleanser that you slather on like a lotion and sponge off. Mostly, it’s because I’m lazy. Also, I hate making a mess in the sink with lathering and splashing. Seriously. I know it sounds crazy, but I hate it. Sadly, this cleanser didn’t work for my skin – even though it claims to work for everyone. My skin didn’t feel clean after, and half an hour after washing it felt sort of oily. I gave it a fair shake, but in the end it just wasn’t meant to be.
  • Harvey Prince Hello eau du parfum. I love this! I was just saying to someone that one of the things I miss most about California is my Meyer lemon tree. It produced dozens of lemons a month year-round, so I never had to buy lemons. I’d just walk outside, snag one off the tree, and be ready to go. Man, I miss that tree! This parfum has a Meyer lemon base with just a tiny hint of florals, which is perfect for me. I’m not committed to wearing a fragrance every day, but I’ve been using this on special occasions.
  • Cynthia Rowley Beauty Eyeliner. Yep, it’s another eyeliner. Straight into the reject box!
  • Davines OI All In One Milk. It’s hard to know how a haircare product will treat you with only one application. I have a lot of hair, so the sample here was only good for one go-around. I put it to the ultimate test and didn’t use anything in my hair after the shower to see how it controlled frizz and/or added shine, and I was pretty underwhelmed. My hair didn’t curl at all – which it will, with even a dime-sized dollop of my leave-in – and it was super frizzy. Maybe it could be better with repeated use?
  • Davines LOVE Lovely Smoothing Shampoo and Conditioner. These samples were big enough that I got two uses of the conditioner, and could have washed my hair with the shampoo for a couple of weeks. However, this is another of those non-foaming shampoos, which I’ve already said I don’t like.  I tried to put that bias aside and used the combo of these two products for two shampoos, and it was not good. I could barely get a comb through my hair after each time, and my hair felt like straw for the two days before the next wash. I love the branding on these products, which they sell at my salon, and have always wondered about them. I’m sad they aren’t for me.

July Birchbox

This is the July Birchbox, brought to us by Women’s Health. It included:

  • Real Chemistry Luminous 3-Minute Peel. I love getting samples like these because using them feels like having a spa day at home, but something went seriously wrong here. Admittedly, the directions say to apply to dry skin. Without thinking about it, I splashed my face in the shower, and then patted it dry before applying. I guess it was still a little damp? Maybe that’s what happened? When I began to massage in the gel, it started beading up into tiny little rubbery pellets. I kept rubbing. The pellets kept forming. And when I rinsed it off, the pellets were stuck in the fine hairs along my jawline. It was so bad I had to scrape some of them off with my fingernails, which pulled out some of those fine hairs, and it hurt. Like, really hurt! I couldn’t even get them all off with water, I had to scrub with my towel to get them to come lose. I’ve read a bunch of really glowing reviews and haven’t seen anyone with this problem, so I’m willing to admit user error. But would slightly damp skin really cause this? It was such a bad experience I threw the rest of the sample away.
  • Coastal Scents eyeshadow sampler. I almost never wear makeup, but in a former life I was part of a performance community that required exaggerated eye makeup, and Coastal Scents was my go-to brand. Their eyeshadows are high pigment and never flake. Mixed with water, I think they are every bit as powerful as MAC products (though, seriously, I know very little about makeup). I’ve recently thrown all of my stage makeup away – it was way past its six-month prime – so this little palette was a welcome hit of nostalgia. I used it for the first time on my birthday, and the colors are perfect. We’ll see if I have eyeshadow-worthy events before it gets too old to use again!
  • Beauty Protector Protect & Treat hair mask.  I received two little jars of this in my box, and had already used one – in two applications – before I took this picture. My hair felt really lovely after, soft and shiny. I just used the last bit of a different mask, and I’m very tempted to buy this one!
  • Naobay Body Radiance Lotion. The fragrance in this lotion is so delicious, a light citrus, so I really wanted to love it. However, after using it every day for a week straight, my arms (and, strangely, the insides of my knees) broke out in little bumps. They’re gone after a week back with my Aveeno Daily Moisturizer, so I feel pretty confident blaming the Naobay lotion.
  • Marcelle New-Age 8 in 1 Power Serum. Am I the only one who thinks “8 in 1″ should be hyphenated here? Anyone? It’s kind of making me crazy! I will admit that I’ve only used this serum once, and not because I didn’t like it. It’s because I also got a serum in the August box, and I also just got a full-sized bottle of Philosophy’s Time In A Bottle, which I have always wanted to try and  gets crazy-good reviews. My skin felt great after one use of the Marcelle product, though, so I’m looking forward to giving it a better shot.

August Birchbox

This is the August Birchbox. It included:

  • Neil George shampoo and conditioner. I’ve used this combo a couple of times now, and all is well. I wouldn’t say it’s been an amazing experience or anything, and I’m not going to be in the market for shampoo/conditioner for a little while, but I’m going to put these in my travel bag and be happy to have them on my next trip.
  • Shiseido Ultimune Power Infusing Concentrate. I’ve been giving this a try instead of the Marcelle serum from July. In the morning I’m using the Philosophy and at night I’m using this. Do I really need more than one product? Will I even be able to tell which product is making me look fabulous, should I actually look fabulous after a couple of weeks of use? I dunno. This gel does have an off-putting chemical smell, and my skin feels a little sticky until it’s totally absorbed.  I can’t see myself falling in love.
  • Benefit They’re Real! push-up liner. Okay. There is one exception to my no-eyeliner rule, and that is for liquid liner. I love a good liquid liner, and mine is about past its prime. I’m not sure I’ll get along with this one, though. I’m not very skilled at applying eyeliner, and the tip on this is a bit unwieldy. I found the size of the sample hard to hold onto. My first application did not go well, unless Sad Clown is on trend right now.
  • Dr.Jart+ BB Dis-A-Pore SPF 30. What a hilarious randomly punctuated name for a brand. The marketer in me weeps, truly. I’m not sure how I’m going to sample all these skincare products in a way that gives me any indication of their longterm benefit. I have this and the Marcelle waiting to try, and if I don’t give them at least a couple of weeks – or until the sample runs out – I don’t feel like I’m learning anything about it. I tried this once, and felt vaguely oily. It’s been hellishly humid here, though, so it’s possible I would be oily anyway. I’m putting this in line behind the Marcelle, and hoping I don’t get more competing products in September!

Whew! That’s so many things!

This month I also got rid of all the samples that either didn’t work after one/two tries or which I never used (like eyeliners). I brought it all into the office and sent an email to my female colleagues, and they snapped it all up within an hour. It was nice to be able to share!

 

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