Flower Power and Big Lashes

Stop and Crop the Daisies

Happy Wednesday! First off, thank you to everyone who encouraged me through yesterday’s post to just do what I want to do. It’s funny to realize how I’ve told so many new bloggers who cam asking that they should stay true to themselves… and yet I was feeling at a loss myself. When you blog for a long time and see your blog improve in the traditional ways (photography, writing, style improving, etc) it feels like there’s a standard you have to stick with, and I had almost forgotten that it’s my blog and I can do whatever I want to do. I’m so thankful to have people around me and online reminding me to stay true to myself.

And I’m extra thankful that you all enjoy me at every stage.

I’m breaking back into daily style with this cute cropped daisy top I thrifted yesterday, which still had the tags on it. I’ve been thinking I would like to add more cropped shirts to my wardrobe, because when you are a gal with a mom belly, shirts like to roll or ride up, and crops take all the annoying adjustments out of daily wear. I don’t have to pull it down, it sits right at the smallest part of my waist, and I don’t have to worry about the hem rolling.

I love the way it looks with this Modcloth skirt; I’ve had a harder time styling this skirt, and I’m not sure why. Perhaps because I don’t wear white often (hello, mom of two and prone to spilling coffee), or because I don’t have a lot of solid tops, but mostly I think it’s because I had pushed so far to the “true vintage” side of things and this skirt doesn’t pass for vintage. Retro, yes. But styling a true vintage look with this one is nearly impossible.  

So, relaxing in my posting style means you also get to see the days when I’m not full on vintage, and I’m excited for that. As much as I would love to be able to dress 100% fifties daily, it’s just not practical for how messy I am and how little my kids are. I’m not sure how those housewives did it, but I feel much safer wearing modern, stretchy, and, I suppose, more disposable clothing. My 50’s dresses are much less replaceable than my  modern garments.

Today I am also finally reviewing the Lancome Monsieur Big mascara, which came with a lash booster and eye makeup remover also from Lancome in my Influenster Vox Box. I don’t do Vox boxes very often, because I’m not huge on being required to review and share items I don’t get to choose, but I thought this would be fun. Other than samples from Sephora, I have never used or tried high-end makeup, so I was excited to put this mascara to the test against my tried-and-true L’Oreal Original Volume mascara.

And, sadly, I’m a little disappointed. I don’t know if it’s the lash booster or the mascara itself, but something about them makes my lashes string together AND clump up. I tried three separate days to improve the application of the lash booster and mascara, but all three times I ended up needing to brush through my lashes several times to get something semi-decent after a bare two coats of mascara. I suspect the biggest problem with this mascara, which is a problem with MOST mascaras I try, is that the brush is not dense enough and does not separate my lashes like it should.

So for now, I’ll be sticking with L’Oreal.

Sadly, the makeup remover and lash booster that also came in my VoxBox were not impressive either. I’m not sure if I’ve just found the ideal way to do my own makeup and removal, or if all of the Lancome products I was sent just aren’t up to snuff, but I was very disappointed. I usually remove all of my makeup, eyes included, with coconut oil and a warm soft cloth. It takes 30 seconds of massaging my whole face, and 30 seconds of wiping it down (or less). But the eye makeup remover I got took 3-4 soaked cotton pads and still didn’t remove everything, plus left a weird film on my skin that I then had to wash off.

Since I have very dry skin, having to use a cleansing wash is something I avoid; anything that foams up, soaps up, whatever… I hate using. But I had to with this.

I do want to branch out and try other Lancome products, because I’m sure they’re not all bad, but everything in my box was a miss this time.

top: thrifted | skirt, Modcloth | shoes, thrifted | brooch and scarf, vintage

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Forest Fairy

Camping at Lake Cushman

The first day of July was my husband’s 30th birthday, so we took a camping trip that weekend to Lake Cushman, WA. It was one of the most beautiful camping spots we’ve ever been to, with large yet private camp sites nestled into the evergreens, a large, warm lake not even five minutes away, and absolutely no cell phone service. Having an entire weekend away from phones, Facebook, Instagram, emails, and everything I am so connected to on a daily basis really struck home how much I am used to checking my apps.

If I have to go to the bathroom, I browse Facebook or read a Kindle book. If I’m on a long walk, I scroll Instagram stories. If I’m in a beautiful place I’m always searching for the best shot to share with friends. I habitually reach for my phone to check notifications when I’m bored, when I’m tired, when I’m going to be sitting for a long while, when I’m a passenger in the car, when I’m just kicking back in front of the fire… and having three full days of no service at all really emphasized the unconscious urges every time I went to check my phone and realized I coudn’t do anything with it but tell time.

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A Betweeny in a Bikini: Cellulite, Stretch Marks, and Confidence

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The Polka Dot Bikini

It seems that most bloggers, when sharing a swimsuit post for the first time, feel the need to disclaim something about their body or their insecurity in the suit. As if they’re not allowed to be confident in these photos they’ve chosen to share with the whole of the internet. But I’m not going to do that today, because in all honesty, I had a hard time paring down the amount of photos I wanted to share.

Five years ago, it might have been a different story. I would have been embarrassed to even look at a swimsuit like this much less put it on my body and model it in front of other beach-goers at a public park. Five years ago, I would never have posted a photo of myself in a swimsuit on the internet. I can only find one photo of me in shorts that was willingly posted.

But today? Today I feel like a fairy beach goddess and I think these photos are beautiful.

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The Vintage Hollywood Series: Elizabeth Taylor

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Elizabeth Taylor Inspired

This weekend, I finally got to put into motion an idea that I’ve had sitting in the back of my mind ever since I did my historically-correct flapper makeup. Since so many of us in the vintage community have vintage style icons – Audrey Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor, Lucille Ball, Marilyn Monroe, and Grace Kelly just to name a few — I have always wanted to do vintage-icon-inspired transformation videos. But, since I’m not a makeup artist OR a hairstylist, I never really had the courage to try.

Until now. I have grown so much in my vintage hair styling, and gotten so comfortable with vintage makup looks, that it seemed like the perfect time. Now, I’m not saying this is a perfect look; I will likely always have things I want to fix. But for the first episode, I think it’s just fine!

 

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Hearts and Roses of London dress, Flower Cardigan, and the Gardens of Seattle

Romance in the City

The fact that these photos were taken on a Valentine’s Day Weekend Excursion goes to tell you how scattered my blogging brain has been lately. I loved this photoshoot, though, so here we are, even though I’ve just realized I’m almost making the same face in every photo. The things I’ve learned since these photos — such as, being confident in my posing even though people are all around… and also making more eye contact with the camera when I’m being photographed — are pretty apparent to me. My hair is another thing! I have a post coming up on Thursday and you’ll be able to see the big difference in my hair skills! 

Back in February, my husband and I decided to take a day trip into Seattle for Valentine’s day. We did all of the touristy things; riding the foot ferry (a walk-on-only ferry), wandering through Pike’s Place market, walking to the malls, visiting all the little shops along the way. We ate at The Spaghetti Factory, where I had never eaten before (it was delicious!) and halfway through the trip my cousin met us to gift me a vintage feather hat that happened to go perfectly with what I was wearing.

And after a while of wandering, we finally met up with my brother-in-law and his girlfriend so that they could show us a few of their favorite places in Seattle. This park happened to be close to one of them, and at first I thought it was someone’s garden. It is nestled into a neighborhood of beautiful houses, inconspicuously sitting on the corner beside a tall home, and its gates look just like the gates of many other abodes along the way.

It’s a small park, with just a short loop around a lush verdant utopia of rhododendrons and evergreens, deciduous trees that had yet to bring back their leaves from the dead of winter, and beds of flowers that somehow bloomed before spring had yet come.

A stone courtyard houses the sole bench, where one could sit peacefully for hours surrounded by greenery. It may well be my favorite secret discovery of any trip we have done. And, while it’s certainly not a secret to the people who live there, I think it’s so out-of-the-way that those who aren’t residents in the neighborhood would not know it was there.

It was a lovely bit of quiet amidst the hum of the city. Afterward, we went to a small cafe that made the most delicious coffee I’ve ever had, and played a board game (the name of which I cannot remember) wherein Nehemiah and I were sorely beaten.

When we finally started back home, we found ourselves waiting to walk onto the ferry with a crowd of post-baseball-game-goers, most of whom were very drunk. One in particular looked familiar to me, and then I realized that we had been on the same ferry coming, and she had liked my shoes. She recognized me, and tripped over, obviously smashed as she exclaimed “Oh! Look at you! You are so pinup!” she turned to my husband and continued, “Your friend/girlfriend/wife/whatever is so pinup!”

When my husband inserted, “wife!” with a smile, she brightened up and cooed, “you’re in love??? I just LOVE love. I wish someone could love me as much as you love her.” She then gestured to her male companion and loudly asserted “he tolerates me okay, but he doesn’t love me yet.”

After a few more slurred exclamations over how very pinup I was, she went back to the arm of her waiting companion and he smiled at us as if to say “I love her more than she realizes.”

It was the perfect comedic end to the day, and as I finally recount this I’m itching to take another trip to be a tourist somewhere in this beautiful state.

Dress, Hearts and Roses of London/thrifted | shoes, Amazon | tights, Target | cardigan, thrifted | hair flower, thrifted

 

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