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…
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…
For all you locals who would like to attend Ballet Slipper’s conservatory performance here is the official invitation:
On this day eight years ago was a Sunday. In fact it was Mother’s Day.
I was visiting our dear friends Sherry and Larry in Texas and they were making a big fuss over me because I was pregnant and it was technically my first Mother’s day. My husband was making a big fuss of me over the phone. I felt happy and special and then I got an email.
It was from Debra informing me that Jet gave birth to ten healthy pups and our baby boy we were on the waiting list for will be available for pick up in 8 weeks time.
Can you believe 8 years have past since? I still remember sleeping on the floor with Max when we first brought him home cause he missed his mommy, walking him every morning with my friend Pauline, the first time he met Julian and licked his cheek, the day we collected him from the airport as he arrived from England. I remember him protecting Julian from a dog that attack him at the park, sulking when Bruce first came to our lives and the day he finally let him snuggle with him. Max means so much to us all, more then we ever imagined.
Wishing you my sweet boy a very happy 8th Birthday and so very many more to come!