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I stumbled upon Pacifica beauty brand last year when I searched for natural cosmetics on Google.
After I ordered a few items and liked them I became a regular customer. Imagine my surprise when they contacted me asking if I would like to be their muse? Initially I thought they were going to paint me or write poetry about me but it turns out it is this lovely contest where we can create a video explaining what makes us the next muse, inspiring others to cherish their beauty and perhaps teaching them skills to enhance our looks.
Obviously since I only ever order the mascara from Pacifica makeup line I figured I would leave this muse business to others. But since I know many of you would be great at this, here is a video explaining more about it. Grand prize is $10.000 plus money to spend in Target and a bunch of other goodies. So much cooler then being painted nude by a moody artist…
I recently bought a new pair of jeans.
They were not the kind I would have normally chosen but they were 70% off, the right cut and size which never go on sale, so I ordered them. They have one rip and a bunch of paint splatters which I convinced myself was going to make me look hip and trendy and disguise the fact they are a few sizes bigger then I would like them too be. Naturally both my husband and my son made fun of me for paying for pants that look worn and old.
Julian’s first ballet performance is coming up and he has been practicing his role very hard every day. Now that he finally mastered all the steps I decided to fine tune his form a bit. There is one particular step that we worked on today that he simply wouldn’t do fluently. Appealing to his brain which is wired like a scientist not an artist I broke down ballet into physics and showed him all the moves that cause this step to propel forward gracefully. We also practiced how to keep the core strong and upper body still so he can generate enough energy to jump higher and turn easier. He repeated his pliés over and over again trying so hard to not move his upper body yet every time he reached lower he inevitably bend forward a bit.
Naturally I had to demonstrate how to do it right. I took a deep breath, strengthened my jelly of a belly and started my grand plié. Reaching near the ground I was so pleased I still had it, perfectly formed and all. And then my jeans ripped right across my bum, one end to the other, with a loud tear.
After Julian finally stopped laughing hysterically he said: well you did want this jeans to look worn and all, didn’t you?
I wish of all the things for Julian to inherit from me it would have been my ballet skills and not my sarcasm…
I have been in a bit of a slump lately.
It is not a terrible one. Not enough to eat a whole jar of Nuttela with a spatula but more then being grumpy about my hair mocking me in the morning. I am no expert but I think it has to do with our move this summer.
For the record I am very excited about living abroad again. I have never been to Japan but I am quite confident it is fantastic. There are obviously a lot of challenges ahead like shipping the dogs and school and house and vehicles and such but I bet in the end everything will work out. Everything always does they say.
Naturally I am sad about having to close my photography business for now and leaving our beautiful Pacific Northwest. Although I will remain NorthWestMommy cause I cannot possibly let Kim Kardashian snag the dang name!
But past few weeks I wake up every night with nightmares. They range from me drawing to loosing Julian in a crowd to leaving the house with my iPhone only 10% charged. It really is not something I have ever experienced before so I am struggling. I find it hard to talk to anyone because I don’t want pity and I also don’t want people to think that I am ungrateful for these amazing opportunities that we are given. I want my family to know I am strong and that this move is not something I don’t want to do. But something deep inside is nagging me, telling me this is not the path I should take.
Do you follow your instincts? Mine have never failed me and I am beginning to wonder if I should maybe rethink everything. Or at least buy a big jar of Nutella…