Cross body Bag

 

I have recently got a mini obsession with crossbody bags. I blame it all on those youtube luxury handbag bloggers. Financially, we are worlds apart, if I am going to spend a few thousand dollars it is going to be for a vacation, new furniture or appliances. Not to mention I am spending money on tuition for not only myself but my son who is graduating high school in just a few days. Hey, we all make our own choices about how we spend our money and if it is luxury handbags who is going to complain? Not me, I am living the experience through youtube.

Nevertheless, I am finding myself drawn to the handbag section in stores much more frequently. I have always been a one bag kind of girl until either I have got bored with it or it looks pretty bad and needs replacement. But apparently there is this whole world of changing purses like you change your clothes. Who knew?

I mean how is this possible? I have always been one of those people with their life in their purse, you cannot  just take your life and move it to a new purse with every changing outfit. But apparently there is a way ( upcoming blog post).

Any WHO, I am off on a slight tangit cause what I really wanted to share was the HANDBAG I got. This was an unexpected purchase. Not that I had not been looking for one. I knew I wanted pink and it had to be a cross body with a chain strap. TA DA! This little cutie showed up from the back room of our Coach store. AND get this… you “wear” a bag, like a pair of shoes ( learned that on youtube).

Let me introduce……Coach Glitter Rose Bowery Crossbody 

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Here I am “wearing” my first  bag. So pretty.  Skirt American Eagle and Jean Jacket Ricki’s

My two current fav youtube bloggers

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCU0k21RR-k7Zxil6KMs5nsw

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOLb6C8Pr6lzqRilvuEzKGA

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You Want to Take a Bath? Make It In Sunscreen.

We know from  research that daily use of sunscreen on the face, neck, and chest area is the number one way to prevent premature aging.  If that is not enough to motivate you maybe the rates of skin cancer will. Melanoma is no joking matter.

I get it, finding that perfect face and body sunscreen is not an easy task and can get rather pricey if you are always on the hunt like myself. But a rather inexpensive $10.00 bottle of possible life saving lotion is more than worth it.

What you do to your skin today will impact your skin and appearance in 2, 5, 10, 15, 20, 50 years from now. I see it as two options embrace the white or use a good self tanner ( there are good ones) but cover up and limited time to direct, prolong sun exposure.

Now, I am going to admit it wasn’t until I started putting sunscreen on my babies, about 18 years ago, that I decided to start using some myself and gradually I used it more often and more of it, on more of my body. Now, I am a faithful user.

The hypochondriac tendencies in me have some useful qualities at times. I use a sunscreen with at least an SPF of 25 everyday either in a moisturizer that contains sunscreen or a foundation that contains sunscreen.

I use a moisturizer with sunscreen on my face, neck and chest and else where. Here are some parts you may not think about: don’t forget your bare arms, your feet, behind your neck and the small back area that is often exposed in t-shirts, tanks and any top that doesn’t come up to your chin. Those areas get a lot of sun exposure during the run of regular day that we  often don’t think about. Your not just getting sun at the beach.

Now let’s take it a step further. I love the beach and the sun, so don’t think all this covering up I am going to be talking about is easy for me because it is not. I have started wearing hats not just to the beach but every time I am going be outside for more than 15 minutes at a time. Also I started using an umbrella so I am not in direct sunlight for prolong periods of time. Shade is becoming my friend. And yes, at the beach I limited my time in the sun. If I am going to be in the water for more than 10 minutes I wear a t-shirt. I wear a cover up on the beach. This has nothing to do with my not liking myself in a bathing suit. Now, I do allow myself some sun. I just try to be very mindful of it.

I am not a medical professional ( at all!!) however, since you are not getting as much vitamin D with all that sunscreen on, taking a vitamin D supplement is something you may want to discuss with your doctor or naturopath. Many people are vitamin D deficient and being so can have an impact on your overall health and well being and may increase your risk for some types of cancer.

Now that you have been lectured for the day.. get outside! 

Please let me know if you would like to me to review some of the products I have used that contain an SPF and how I rate sunscreens that I have tried.

 

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This is a basic t from American Eagle, see how much of her skin is exposed on her chest and the upper part of her back and shoulders. We often don’t think about this when we are out walking around the city with friends. Sunscreen those areas. Don’t forget those bare arms and legs!

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American Eagle AEO SOLID PANAMA HAT under 20.00. Hats are SO in right now and they are so darn cute. Use this fashion trend to your advantage and never let it go out of style!

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This beach cover up from Nordstrom provides decent shoulder and back coverage. Look for beach cover ups that actually cover. Click for direct link

 

Spring Chicken for the More Mature

It has been 2 years since I have wrote on this blog. Two more years of raising my boys, guiding and shaping them into young men. Two years of working on and managing my health anxiety. Two more years of marriage. Two more years of working on my career. Two years of adventures, friends, family, parties, trips, highs, a few lows. Two more years of being blessed to walk the earth and experience this thing called life.

Welcome and welcome back! I have been inspired once again to get my creative juices flowing and dedicated this blog to all things I love and want to share. I love a good blog and recently have enjoyed some really good content on youtube. Hats off to the video bloggers!

I am not a spring chicken although I do feel like one. Content for more mature ladies …I am talking fabulous forties is quite limited in the blogging world.  But here I am 45 feeling like I am 25, I make no apologies for that. You may have heard how liberating your 40’s can be and it is all true, I promise to write more about that later.

I won’t follow any rules, especially when it comes to fashion, make up and behaviour and you shouldn’t either. This is shocking even for myself since I am such a rule follower mostly in life. Except if you tell me I can’t do something ..then I take on the challenge.. to prove I can.

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Photo by Artem Bali on Pexels.com

 

 

 

Younger Self

My oldest son turns 16 years old tomorrow. Milestones, like this one get you thinking about how much time has gone by and of course how quickly times goes by. When Nick was born I fell head over heels in love. Literally! Who knew what joy a little version of yourself, offspring could be. I don’t think my mother loved me like that but who knows. I am glad I loved like that.

Looking through some photos of him as a baby I came across this one.

(no make up, no filters, smiling 🙂 , in love)

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I was a bit sad to see a spark in my eye that I didn’t see in a recent selfie I had taken of myself.

15 years plus a few months later……

(Recent Selfie-no make up Monday, no filters, no smile )

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At first, I felt sad about that missing spark I perceived. Ultimately, I know I am really just being hard on myself. Then, I wondered, what would I tell this younger version of myself today and so I wrote..

You knew the moment you found out you were pregnant what a special love you had and the joy that followed was more than you imagined. While you already knew life wasn’t all rainbows and pink cotton candy. You knew the birth of a child, your child was a new beginning, a new start. An opportunity, to love and experience love, a complete unconditional love. In the moments, right after birth, you knew it wasn’t just about you anymore. Your child first and your were second and that was perfectly okay. Most things you worried about before the birth, were not nearly as important. What a relief that was. A fresh breeze. A state of happiness. Your child’s happiness, well being and upbringing was in the forefront. Your mission was to raise a child that knew he was loved and cared for, no matter what. Something, you didn’t feel you had. Your mission was to raise a child that would have no fear showing affection, crawling into bed with you, never would he be afraid or doubt your love. Your child would have know a loving, kind mother. A mother who’s  eyes brightened when you walked in the room and wouldn’t hesitate to scoop you up in open welcoming arms.

You never knew that a couple years later you would be in the fight of your life. That the shock of such news would shake you to your very core. You didn’t know that your children would be the ones that gave you purpose to rise every morning. You had a mission! Your children needed you.

Shaken to the core you were. You had no idea the long term effects socially, emotionally and physically. But you fought, fought, fought and continue to fight! Fall down seven times, get up eight.

While some of your carefree innocence and spark faded with your fight, your love for your children only grew, your life adventures multiplied, you pushed through fear after fear and you learned to be truly grateful, less self-fish and have compassion and kindness for others. The mission you set for motherhood never faulted, didn’t fail. The gratitude you have for each day with your children  makes your heart overflow. Your relationship with God and faith is solid.

Your spark maybe more cautious and more mature with riding the waves of life but I’m proud of you. Maturity, isn’t all the bad. Don’t ever let anyone take away from you your struggles, your victories, for they know not the shoes you wore. Be grateful for those who shared the road. Continue to be grateful and celebrate all occasions in style.  Continue with your Mom mission you are doing a great job!

 

February Ramblings

January 2016 was a month of being in a total funk. Once I took down the Christmas decorations I took on the winter blues. I went to work, came home and went to bed and worked some more. Thankfully, that month is over and the sun it sitting a little higher in the sky and my spirits are starting to pick up. January is definitely the most depressing month of the year.

February has already been so much better! We purchased a new travel trailer for camping season. I am definitely in the full glamping category now. It is a mini cottage on wheels. We also have more social events planned with our friends. AND! Spring is not too far now. ( I am not thinking about the fact that I am off work today because we are going to get walloped by a blizzard, nope DENIAL)

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OH! and we are going to BAHAMAS in March. ( I hear the winds starting to blow outside.) How can you not  be excited by that?

I also won a $150.00 gift card from a RICKI’S RATE and REVIEW contest. Looking forward to new Spring clothing line and a little shopping spree!

So that is the exciting stuff, the not so exciting stuff….

I had to cancel my  monthly IPSY bag to make way for the payments on the new trailer. I really loved getting that bag of goodies every month. I may look at TOPBOX in the future as it is in Canadian dollars and a cheaper monthly cost and no US exchange to worry about.

My oldest son (almost 16) and his girlfriend broke up. I honestly, think it was for the best.   He needs to be enjoying his high school days and he was a hermit at home. No one likes to see their child hurting but it is part of the experience of eventually finding the perfect one.

Health wise physically and mentally, I am doing good. I had some routine blood work done and have my yearly mammogram coming up and my colonoscopy. Any medical appointment or test is anxiety provoking but I just keep pressing forward and believing in GOD that everything comes back clean,clear and demonstrating perfect health.

Today is hubs birthday and I made a crazy ass cake for the celebration. He likes these complicated multi layer cakes. Here is the pic.

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Here is me embracing my laugh lines. It is not easy when you start to see signs of aging on your face but at the same time I am grateful to be aging as many don’t ever get the chance. Embracing aging is challenging for me as some of my identity is in young and pretty. Can you be older and pretty?

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When am I going to grow up?….Hell, who am I kidding I don’t want to.

IMG_0019_2My birthday is tomorrow (oops I was just informed it is not tomorrow, its the next day ) chronologically if we are counting I am turning 41, oops I mean 42. Yes, I will be 42 and I have no intentions of acting my age any time soon. Honestly, it feels like my oldest who is 15 is catching up in age to me. He graduates middle school and goes to Jr. prom this year. I still have my Jr. prom dress in a closet around here somewhere. I am still with the boy I went to Jr. prom with.

Here are a few mottos: keep up with technology, keep with the latest music ( i am stoked for the Billboard Awards and seeing Britney and Iggy- I am so rooting for Britney!!!), keep up with what the young people are doing

( okay, so that last one is to keep tabs on my own teens).

I have to confess I am losing ground with the celebrity starlets and youth shows, the interest is just not there for me. Yeah, I am more mature then I think. Cat fights, fighting over boys and jealous over-privileged teens on TV are not entertaining to me.

Okay,  I have a few clothing limits too: short skirts, short shorts, midriff tops, crack exposing jeans and a few stores I won’t shop Garage, Hollister, Aeropostale, Victoria’s Secret PINK. I do however, love American Eagle and ROXY brand. Not giving those up.

I will be a a responsible parent and act my age in my profession and in some public places and events. But on my own time I will sing and dance to DEMI, wear leggings and knee socks, pink streak my hair, wear crazy make-up, sing karaoke on my computer, body surf the waves at the beach, buy an AE dress, snapchat ( I don’t but I could if I wanted), have a girlfriend sleepover, wear sparkles, and whatever else I feel like doing. Don’t put me in a box and tell me I have to act and be a certain way because of how old I am chronically.

Birthdays are not about the number ( although I am grateful for each year I have here on earth) they are a celebration of your life from the past year and going forward.

“Happy Birthday dear MOM… Happy Birthday to you.”

“Blow out your candles and make a wish”

I take a breath in, lean over my cake and wish for health and happiness for my family and me.

‘NOW LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED QUICKLY”