January 15, 2013

Beauty School: Hair(y) situation.

Good Tuesday to you! And welcome to my second regular feature, Beauty School! In these posts you will find all sorts of lady fun--and, by the way, I'M the student in this school, NOT the teacher. No one is breaking down my door for the last word in couture and makeup, I promise you. But, I have a lot of fun with this sort of thing, so why not share?

First up: matters of hair. The one true thing I have learned in this life:

Everyone always wants everyone else's hair.

Am I right, ladies? The straighties want the curlies' hair, and vice versa, and everyone wants those perfectly-manageable waves you can play up or down, or even disappear at will. My own hair began life so curly that, I am told and can see by my baby photos, it was impossible to tell which end was attached to my scalp and which wasn't.

As time wore on, it became more and more possessed of a singular will to either obligingly respond to my wishes, or to flip me the middle finger (especially when I was trying to make a flip). Who knew what sort of hair day it would be--why, it was anyone's guess! Step right up and test your luck!

Also: cowlick devilry abounds. Just ask anyone who has ever had their hands on my hair. It's a challenge.

Eventually, as hair products became more sophisticated (naturally curly/frizzy hair like mine loves it some 'cones), it was easier to maintain an actual hair style. Even when I stopped fighting my curls so much, at least the frizzies were more easily-tamed. Thanks, science!

Although, there was the first time I visited Seattle. I had read that it would be a frizz-fest free-for-all, and boy, was that ever right. I had confidently packed a few different weapons in my arsenal, and all proved utterly ineffective. I got off the plane, stepped outside, and whoompf! phoompf! Insty blowout. Ponytail city that visit, and every visit thereafter. Even when I booked a cut-and-color appointment with a great salon downtown, because surely they knew how to combat the monster if anyone did, their recommendations were already in my suitcase. They did their best with my Cthulhu-do and were highly sympathetic, but I was a lost cause.

Fast forward to today--my hair has become coarser and drier as I age, which of course aggravates the frizz, but I have found a few pretty nifty hair-helpers as of late. I won't bore you with the millions I've tried and had only average success with, and for brevity's sake (haha, too late) I'm keeping this list to multipurpose products. These items have more than one purpose, either deliberately, or by happenstance.


Current incarnation.

Side view.
 

You'll probably notice a distinct lack of drugstore products. That is because I have honestly tried the majority of them with little success. Believe me, I regularly use drugstore products for a lot of other steps in my beeyutificayshun process, and I love a deal as much as anyone else. For the most part, people are right when they say there's little difference between drugstore and salon products. But in my case, the ones on my list just work far better for me.

The other upside to these products is that they take very little (relatively speaking) to do the job, and last a long time. What I generally do to test something out is to get the sample packs or smallest sizes, and I will also look to see where I might find the full-sizes on sale or clearance. Sometimes you can find a coupon here or there, but that's pretty spotty. I'm also all about trying to find that miracle all-in-one product for frizz control and styling, because anything we curlyheads can do to cut down on time and money really helps. I have found a few candidates for my list.

Something else to think about: I'm not vegan, so if you are, it's possible these products may not work for you. Additionally, I'm not entirely certain whether animal-testing is happening with these products, or whether their manufacturers or parent companies engage in such action. I'll make a note after each product I list to reflect what I know about their testing status.

Cruelty-free in household/personal products is important to me, and I try to make my consumer choices with that in mind. In a perfect situation, I'd use nothing but humane products for my hair, and they would work like a charm. I'm always keeping my eye out for humane products to try, and I'd be very interested if you have some suggestions, please.

Shampoo and conditioner:

Redken All Soft (including the Heavy Cream), and sometimes Redken Color Extend when my color is fresh and I am trying to keep it up. I haven't tried the Rich Recovery treatment, nor have I tried their other lines for curly hair or smoothing hair. However, because they are owned by L'Oreal, which is owned by Estee Lauder, which engages in animal-testing, I'm not interested in trying anything else by them. In fact, I am casting about for different shampoos, conditioners, and treatment masks that work as well, and are cruelty-free. Unfortunately, these work like magic, but I would very much like to get away from them. Aveda is no longer cruelty-free, and there are conflicting reports as to whether The Body Shop still is. Sometimes the Philosophy 3-in-1s, which I use and love for shower gels, work okay, but they're rather drying for my hair. Too bad, because I admire their stance on animal-testing.


Scrunch-n-go!

High maintenance but fun.




All-in-ones (at least, for me):

Pureology Super Smooth Relaxing Serum
Unfortunately, also owned by L'Oreal, which makes it even more unfortunate that it's the single best product I have ever used for frizz control and varieties of styling. Lightweight, takes almost no product. Dammit.

Bumble & bumble Curl Conscious Calming Creme for Coarse Curls
Appears to be cruelty-free, according to their website product FAQ. A longtime favorite. Fantastic frizz control and styling product, particularly when you're trying to play up your curls. Two formulations these days: one for coarse hair, one for fine.

Frederick Fekkai Brilliant Glossing Creme
Appears to be cruelty-free, according to their Sephora product FAQ. Great for when you're just looking to style and maintain waves. Does gloss hair, but that's not the most important thing. Awesome frizz control.

Finally, here's some tips I've either read or figured out on my own about how to manage hair like mine:

--In general, combs are better than brushes. Whether you have fine or thick hair, combs for hair like ours are almost always better than brushes. You'll want a flat-head brush with sturdy bristles that are tipped with plastic, with space between the bristles. For combs, sturdy wide-toothed plastic with rounded/protected teeth are the way to go.

--Pay attention to formulations of shampoos and conditioners/leave-in creams. You'll want to use non-alcohol products because alcohol is drying, and contributes to frizz. A friend and reader reminds us to stay away from parabens, too, for health reasons. As well, try to avoid sodium lauryl sulfate (SLS) and sodium laureth sulfate (SLES). Here's some good reasons why

--Avoid blow-drying like the plague, if you can help it at all. If you have to blow-dry, use a diffuser and hold the dryer as far away from your hair as you can and have it still work. Don't blast it on high heat--alternate the high with the medium and low. I usually hit my damp hair with high heat to get the drying started, then switch off between settings frequently. Try not to use combs or brushes during drying unless you're trying to straighten your hair. Sometimes you might find an additional application of hair product during drying will help. Depending on what I'm using and why, I may wind up doing some application before, during, and after drying. And, don't dry your hair all the way--frizzies loooooove it when you do that.. Let nature do a little of the work. But again, let your hair dry naturally as often as possible.

--If you're trying to enhance your curls, you can use your hands and fingers to do a lot of the work for you, before, during, and after your hair dries (either naturally or with blow-drying). After you press your hair dry with a fluffy towel (don't rub or wring, just press), but before you untangle your damp hair with a comb, run your fingers through your hair several times from root to tip. This really helps with initial untangling (which, as we curly girls know all too well, needs doing a few times during the whole process of styling). Then, after you apply an initial amount of product, try twirling your curls and scrunching them gently, starting at the root, and working toward the ends. You'll be surprised how much this helps control frizz and defines curls.

--If you're trying to straighten your curls, don't be afraid of flat irons. They do, however, range dramatically in price, and this is one of those things where you can do well without spending a ton. Some helpful info about some of your choices and price ranges, here. Be patient, and if it just isn't happening, it's okay. Sometimes it's much better to embrace the waves than work against them.

That about wraps it up! And, hey--if you're a fellow curly/frizzy hair owner, I'd love for you to comment below with your own tips and favorite products! We curly sisters have to stick together!

January 13, 2013

Slow-Cooker Crafternoon!

For my first trick (read: first regular feature, as promised below), and since Sundays are so perfect for laying low, sticking close to home, and puttering (I am fortunate that I can do so), why not bust out the inaugural edition of:

Slow-Cooker Crafternoon! (reverb; fade to echo; heavy metal guitar sting)

In which I'll discuss what's in the crock-pot and what I'm making. Are you in? Then hang on!

Been crock-pottin' it up this winter, and I'm heavy into making my jewelry as I've no craft shows at the moment, and boy these things go hand-in-hand. To wit:

Making (food portion):

A sweet potato & black bean vegetarian chili, which I've made on the stovetop before, but after last night's Packers loss, I find I do not care to exert the effort. It's a spicy one as written, and because I like flavor and not heat, I tend to cut back on the chili-p. I know someone else who should've done that, too:




 We had a lovely ice storm last night and it's still pretty frosty today, so we're gonna get ourselves around the outside of some of this pretty soon.

Making (craft portion):

I actually just completed a custom order for a sweet friend, and am puttering with several different pieces today. There's a series of necklaces I meant to have completed and listed weeks ago, but Christmas. Very anxious to get going on my spring collection and hope to have some of it listed in time for Valentine's Day.




Also working on my master craft show calendar--it's that time of year when I need to figure out what to apply for, how much the entry fee is, what the deadlines are, and so forth. I'm big on reminders so I keep this information in my phone, on my husband's computer calendar program, and in my snazzy new Anne Taintor planner. I mean, come on.  That's not right.

That's the scoop for right now! I hope you're enjoying your Sunday, whatever you're doing/making/none of the above. Yo, can I get a beat?


"Chili-P is My Signature, Yo" Chili:

1 tablespoon olive oil
1 onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 to 2 teaspoons chili-p, yo
1/2 teaspoon cumin
1 chipotle pepper in adobo sauce, chopped
28 oz. diced tomatoes
1 large or 2 small sweet potatoes, cut into 1/2 inch pieces
15 oz. can black beans, rinsed
1 cup chicken or vegetable stock
salt & pepper
sour cream and scallions for garnishing

Heat olive oil in a dutch oven or large pan and saute the onion until it's translucent. Add the garlic, chili-p, cumin, chipotle and 1/2 teaspoon salt. Cook about a minute. Throw in the tomatoes, black beans and sweet potatoes; stir. Add the chicken stock, bring to a boil, then put the lid on and simmer for 20 minutes or until the sweet potatoes are softened. Mash the sweet potatoes against the side of the pot with the back of a wooden spoon to break them up a bit. Season and garnish and break out some Netflix.

January 12, 2013

I have issues.

Been working up a few ideas about how I want this blog to run, and as if by magic, I will discuss them now! We're metabloggin' over here, fools.

Generalities:

--I tend to either ramble or post-and-run when I blog, so I'll do my best to strike a balance there.
--I can't promise to do this every post, but I'll include kickass pictures and linkage as often as possible.
--As much as I want to, I cannot declare this a no-cat zone. It's gonna happen. I'll try to be sparing.
--I'm cooking up some regular features for structure and balance, for your pleasure and mine.
--I hope when someone asks you what this blog is about, you won't have a simple answer.

You'll stammer a bit and then tell them it's a personal/lifestyle/humor/ladytime/cooking/gardening/crafting/political/social/pop culture/artful/miscellaneous/pastiche/mosaic/patchwork quilt/mashup/blog/thing, and that will be the best you can put it. The person you're describing it to will have a meltdown, and everyone wins. Dump the Gatorade.


A scene from the upcoming Packers' Superbowl victory.

By the way, I have issues. (You probably guessed that already, if you don't know me; and if you do know me, I'll wait for you to stop laughing.)

No, I mean, I have issues...with issues. There are issues I will talk about here, issues I won't, issues of interest, issues of none. I don't think every tiny thing is worth the time (yours and mine), and not everything is or needs to be blog fodder. I think about how fantastic social media can be, and so often is, and then I think about how we share soooooooooooo much these days. To be fair, that is everyone's personal choice when they Facebook/Instagram/Twitter, so go for it. I'm gonna. But...

I hope to write the kind of blog I'd want to read, and the ones I like the best (peep my blogroll of favorites) choose their issues wisely. Who wants to settle in to relax and then have to endure my lunch photos from every conceivable angle? And, why should you be forced to read all my deepest woes when you're just looking to unwind? I ain't sayin' that from time to time it won't get a little verklempt up in here. Feel free to scroll past that if it's not your thing. In fact, here's something you can look at while I cry in my beer:


 I'm sorry. You're right; that was uncalled for. And it probably won't happen again....

...probably.

January 11, 2013

Pourquoi?

Ah, the big question: why?

I don't mean THE big question, like, why are we here, what's our purpose on this planet, etc.. Clearly the answer to that is: Words With Friends. Asked and answered.

I mean, why take up blogging again?

I'm not lonesome. I have plenty of people to talk to face to face. Wonderful people who get me and love me and want the best for me and support me.

Then again, does anyone really tell everyone EVERYTHING?

So there's that.

What else...oh, well, as mentioned, I've killed off more blogs than Zuckerberg. Why would I start another one, being the blog commitment-phobe that I've apparently been? (Even though as my previous post plainly shows, I am more than qualified to use the internet for this purpose.)

I think it's something to do with the new year. But how many freshly-conceived January blogs fall by the wayside come March? Probably a crap-ton (actual measurement; look it up).

All things considered, I still really feel a hankering to blog again. Therapeutic? Yes. Procrastination? Oh, yes. Do I care if anyone reads it? Yes and no. It's for me, but it would make me happy to know someone else was reading.

The catalyst was a lovely friend of mine, who's a wonderful writer and blogger, beginning a new family blog. They have a sweet newborn girl, and because there are many far-flung loved ones, it's the perfect solution to keeping everyone posted. I'm sure many of you can relate.

I don't know what it was exactly, but something about her doing that sparked me to follow suit. I've been thinking on it a while, but talking myself out of it. While blogging is a fine pastime, it's one that requires a certain amount of consistency and discipline.

Aha.

There we go.

I don't make resolutions, because duh. However, buying a new calendar always sets off my self-improvement triggers. Consistency and discipline are two of the traits/practices/goals I most desire in myself. Maybe I figure if I can do something small, like keep a blog up, I can get a handle on bigger things.

I never said it was logical. Work with me, here.

I'm of the post-baby boom generation--maybe you've seen our work? Irony and sarcasm, the bulwarks of our existence, right? Right. Except that we're on the other side of forty, now. And, warranted by the headlines of the day or no, a lot of us are cutting down on the eye-rolling about things like optimism, hope, a future yet to be written, and so forth. (I said cutting down, not out. Calm yourselves.)

Charles Angrand, The Seine at Dawn.
You've caught me in one of those in-between times in life. Possibly related to my age, but probably coincidental, at least in part. I've been lots of things, and now, I'm trying to be something else. Newly self-employed (just one of the many who didn't escape the economic meltdown unscathed), newly married (well, four years this year, but relatively speaking), and I'm trying to get my sea legs back under me. Throw in some health issues and some self-doubt, and voila! A recipe for New Leaf Syndrome.

As far as writing goes, I've always written. I don't know how many people have told me I should get serious about it. A blog isn't serious, but...it is writing. And I do still have some aspirations where that is concerned, but as with so many things, something had to give, and it fell by the wayside. We could use at least nine more lives, so we could at least make a dent in all the cool shit we want to do, agreed? Yes, you CAN be an astronaut and a firefighter and a ballerina! Just as soon as we perfect this serum.

Too late to be succinct about it, but that's the gist of why I'm blogging again. What do you want to do that you've been putting off/need to be consistent about/need to discipline yourself to do?

Do you think you might give it a shot this year?

Background check, one two one two, sibilance.

Just a brief run-down of my qualifications for writing this blog. It occurred to me that you could stand a little background on your author, so you can sleep at night, safe in the knowledge that you're in good hands here.

Let's get to it. If you're still wondering whether you should keep reading after this, I don't know what to tell you.

--I am familiar with the alphabet.
--I have more than a passing acquaintance with coffee and coffee-making.
--I am fluent in swears.
--I have a working knowledge of pop culture.
--My schedule is flexible.
--Could you use some unsolicited advice? No problem, you're covered.
--Mood swings: check.
--Old enough to know better, too young to care.
--Finally, as with all good bloggers, my apartment needs dusting.

So as you can see, there's nothing to worry about. Recommend me to all your friends!

Go ahead, I'll wait.

January 10, 2013

Allsorts.

I swear this isn't going to be a candy blog. It really isn't. But thinking about naming my blog also got me thinking about the first time I tried the most beautiful candy in the world, allsorts. You know the candy I mean: geometric morsels in eye-catchingly chic colors, almost too perfect to be something actually edible. Well, I saw some in a dish as a child, and without asking what kind of candy it was, or, indeed, for permission, I immediately popped a handful in my mouth.


Did I mention that I despise licorice?

Yeah. You get the idea of what happened next, probably.

That should have put me off blindly trying new things for life. Instead, it just reinforced that already-intense licorice hatred. What betrayal! How could something so incredibly gorgeous on the outside be so disgusting inside? Shouldn't that stuff come with a warning label?

A perennial question. Sometimes beauty really is only skin-deep.

Still trying new things without a single clue, with varying results on the spectrum of great to not-so-great. Fail or succeed, either way, I win, allsorts.

Doin' that jar thang...

...is Myra-speak for "There's this idea where, beginning New Year's Day, you write down all the nifty things that happen to you this year and shove them in a jar (or receptacle of your choosing; don't get hung up on the 'jar' part). Then next New Year's Eve, you open the jar and read them all (presuming you're sober enough to see). Good times!"

I've got four things in my jar already. I have to restrain myself from clogging it with millions of tiny pieces of paper that say things like "Great cup of coffee" and "No line at the bank today." You'd need a hella big jar for that kind of dedication. And, being crafty, I also have to restrain myself from DECORATING THE JAR. Seriously, that's not a vital part of this, right? Right?!

So, check back in with me in a year's time and I'll break down the jar for ya! Even better, do it with me. There's plenty January left to start!

Mystery island sugar high.

There's not a single thing I'm going to write about here that you need to read.

Just clearing that up before we start.

I'm hoping, of course, that you will choose to drop in from time to time when you need a little pick-me-up, or when you need to point and laugh so as to give your self-esteem a boost. That's why I read blogs, anyway.

And about that: blogging is most certainly not dead. I know this because I enjoy so many. It only seems like they're heading for exctinction, thanks to the almighty Facebook and fun-sized bites like Tumblr and Pinterest. Don't get me wrong, I love me some pins. And I don't expect anything else from pinning than that refreshing quick fix. However, I just read a doodad where most people don't even use Tumblr's text option. I have a much-in-need-of-updating Tumblr for my jewelry-making stuff, and sometimes I post silly things that have nothing to do with jewelry, but I admit to being hesitant myself to use the blog feature. I think it's because I want to keep my personal writing separate. Hence, Big Rock Candy Island.

Yes, I know the song title is actually "Mountain," not "Island." This is not a documentary. It's a distillation.

I feel like I live on an island, sometimes. A big, mysterious island, like the one in "Lost," but with fewer polar bears and smoke monsters. There's certainly plenty of dark places and creatures peering out with glowing eyes. But there's also candy and unicorns and shit that make the dark stuff easier to bear. Does that make sense?

I'm sure you know what I mean.

Oh, I've got company on the island, to be sure. My husband, for one, and some good pals. I am receiving visitors, if you are so inclined.

The internet is littered with the corpses of my dead blogs (good luck finding them; there's a reason I won't link to them here). I'm hoping to keep this one alive.

Don't be a stranger, stranger.